Issue 1: In this issue

Editorial

Competition

Alanna Blake:

On Being Angry

Advice to a Would-be Entrepreneur

Tony Cloke:

Three untitled Haiku

Bill Greenwell:

Amy, Amy

Oh Woes, Thou Run Thick!

A Poison Tree

Matt Harvey:

She Said to Him

If Love

Great Conversions of Our Time

Helena Nelson:

The Normal Child

Submission Guidelines

Man and Nature: A Meditation

Bob Newman:

I just couldn't resist

The Bittern

Two Clerihews

D A Prince:

Mirror, Mirror

A Million Miles from Vogue

George Herbert Downs Tools

Andy Proudfoot

Open Letter

George Simmers:

Light

Frances Thompson

A Lady's First Sighting of Michelangelo's David

Announcement

John Whitworth

The Things She Says

Captain W E Johns Rallies Us in the Dark Days of the War

 

 

 

 

 

A Lady’s First Sight of Michelangelo’s David

 (Sorry, Wordsworth)

 

Earth hath not anything to show more fair.

Dull would she be of soul who could pass by

A sight so sexy in its nudity.

This David now doth like a garment wear

The beauty of his youthful body, bare.

Nipples and toes and thighs and temples lie

Open unto the gaze of passers-by,

All gobsmacked in the city’s smoky air.

Never does Hubby beautifully sweep

Into my room in such a déshabille -

Ne-er saw I, never felt, such warm and deep

A longing, never had so strong a thrill -

Dear God, imagine lying down to sleep

Beside a man like that, and lying still …

 

Frances Thompson