amygdalin

bitter
almonds
on the tongue
poison

Brandit

The names for far we bade, pauchled,
syne they sealed oor mous wi saicrets,
made us sweer an, throu oor ain obedience,
thirlt us tae their schemes.

46

everything trumped
by stupidity’s game
of numbers

Bang, Bang

Bang, bang, you’re dead, the children said;
it‘s just a toy, says a boy to the policeman;
but whatever he saw, it was against the law.

yamazakura

above the clouds
warrior rain gathers
and waits to soak winter’s bones
with heaven’s blood falling
on cold hard ground
a life for a life
returned

sakura

clouds of springtime
unfold their petals as vapour
a bloom-like mist on once-bare trees
and the turn of a year passes
its one moment of being
as yet uncommitted
to memory

Poetry24 April

I had nineteen poems published by Martin at Poetry24 in 2018. Eight more so far in 2019 — the latest, published on 18th April, is: not even the captain.

not even the captain - I couldn't keep quiet about Brexit any longer…

not even the captain

"lost souls on a heaving swell where an incidental tide

drags us drifting between land and open sea

not even the captain — going down ship and all"