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 million miles from Vogue

 

Distrust, wrote Thoreau, any enterprise

that (pause for thought) requires new clothes. How true.

All mine are old, and so it’s no surprise

I don’t get out much -- strictly entre nous

that’s how I planned it. All my clothes were bought

with one eye on their gardening potential;

their thorn-proof bagginess, the mud-proof sort,

their washability is quintessential.

 

They wouldn’t take me to a glamorous party -

d้collet้ and skin-tight aren’t my passion.

Not bought to sparkle with the glitterati,

and never this year’s must-have, latest fashion.

I look for comfort, warmth, and decency in age,

and anything that styles itself “robust”.

They grow much like each other, mainly beige.

Or green. But plain. Whatever. I’m not fussed.

 

D A Prince