Category Archives: Poetry

Anu of the Forest

By: Lydia Crow   Originally written for: 2011 Trees for Life Charity Exhibition.   With skin so soft beneath the bark And resin coated hair, The freshest sap runs through her veins; She is always there. Never sleeping, ever true, … Continue reading

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Leave it there

By: Lydia Crow   Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and … Continue reading

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My Scar

By: Lydia Crow   I don’t tell people now. It’s not that I want to hear the sick jokes, but I hate the embarrassed sideways look when someone remembers you. They don’t know you, they only know the scar you … Continue reading

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Foiled

By: Lydia Crow   Dig, dig, scrape, dig, dig. Bark, bark, bark, BARK. Bark. Bark. Bark. “Bugger.” (In Spanish.)   Paraguay: Stray dog’s barking foils prison break

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SOPA

By: Lydia Crow   A silence in the corridors, A silence in the halls. Then: whispering masses out of sight, Out beyond the walls. A low thrum of humming Echoes from the lawn, Ever getting louder: The battleline is drawn. The … Continue reading

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Modern Knights

By:  Dr E.W. Gordon   The padding was thick As he pulled his arms through, the straps were reassuringly snug Rippling his fingers, he felt the armour as it hugged every sinew He had a great sense of occasion, everything … Continue reading

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A Recipe for Peace

By: Hugin   The first fall of snowflakes in Winter, The soft warmth of the Summer sun, The first fruit to be picked in Autumn, The cobweb perfectly spun. The skipping firstborn lamb of the Spring, The first carol at … Continue reading

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December Haiku (09/2010)

By: Lydia Crow   The ice is melting. Still bitter-cold, but to me It is pure and fresh.

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Laughter the Clown

By: Lydia Crow   Laughter sits there in his flat, Cigarette in hand, Cheeks now sunken, eyes now dead, No longer much a man. The crowds of giggling schoolgirls Are married now, or dead. It’s been some time since any … Continue reading

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Lingering Shadows on the Beach

By: Hugin   Where, in the day, the sand lies gold, At night there dwells a fear untold. When the clock strikes the midnight hour From the bell in St Mary’s tower, Fear the beach where the moonlight glows For … Continue reading

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