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The Bird of Freedom  (Hirundo rustica) We have tried to cage it with our words and superstitions, poured the devil’s blood into its veins and forked tail. We tether it to summer, have it bring spring on the wing and … Continue reading →

        Lonely Hearts   Wendy Cope Can someone make my simple wish come true? Male biker seeks female for touring fun. Do you live in North London? Is it you?   Gay vegetarian whose friends are few, I’m … Continue reading →

Basking Shark                                      Norman MacCaig To stub an oar on a rock where none should be, To have it rise with a slounge out of the sea Is a thing that happened once (too often) to me. But not too often … Continue reading →

Apologies the wall has been hibernating. Caller Herrin’ Chorus Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’? They’re bonnie fish and halesome farin’; Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’,                       New drawn frae the Forth? When ye were sleepin’ on your pillows, Dream’d ye aught … Continue reading →

The Spider’s Legend of Robert The Bruce               Hugh McMillan Ah got scunnert tryin tae spin a web for denner, the stane wis a slaisterie, ah couldnae get a grip, ah wis hauf stairved by the end, no even a midge … Continue reading →

Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and … Continue reading →

Autumnal Thoughts                              Christine Johnson Autumn has arrived with its mysterious morning mists and mild frostiness.   The night rain has drenched the grass with dewdrops which sparkle and shiver in the wind.   The cool morning sun penetrates the colourful … Continue reading →

Timothy Winters       Charles Causley Timothy Winters comes to school With eyes as wide as a football pool, Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.His belly is white, his neck is dark, And … Continue reading →

Table     Edip Cansever               Apologies, no room on the actual wall for all the lines A man filled with the gladness of living Put his keys on the table, Put flowers in a copper bowl there. He put his … Continue reading →

What if this road, that has held no surprises these many years, decided not to go home after all; what if it could turn left or right with no more ado than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin were … Continue reading →