Friday, April 21, 2017

Stars by Lynn Long


A kaleidoscope 
Of iridescent diamonds
Illuminate night

Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist.

The Hedgerow Fairies by Lynn White

The Hedgerow Fairies

Where have they gone,
the hedgerow fairies 
in their harebell hats?
I used to see them sitting
under their leafy roofs 
stitching their summer dresses
of poppy and mallow petals
with long silk threads 
catching the summer sunlight
as the smiling spiders spun.
I miss them so,
the hedgerow fairies
in their harebell hats.

I used to see them collecting
armfuls of meadow sweet
to stuff their nighttime mattresses,
making doorways in their new
toadstool homes with sharp stones.
Maybe they’ve gone underground
to escape the passing cars and tractors.
Maybe they only come out at night now
and stitch and stuff under the moonlight.
I don’t know.
But I miss them so,
the hedgerow fairies
in their harebell hats.

First published in Vox Poetica,  2016

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem 'A Rose For Gaza' was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition 2014. This and many other poems, have been widely published, in recent anthologies such as - ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, ‘The Border Crossed Us’ from Vagabond Press and ‘Selfhood’ from Trancendence Zero - and journals such as Apogee, Firewords Quarterly, Guide To Kulchur, Indie Soleil,Midnight Circus and Snapdragon as well as many other online and print publications.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

To Thee by Joanne Olivieri

Photo by Joanne Olivieri
A tribute to Christopher Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to his Love

To Thee

Upon thy lips
pure nectar sweet
I share a kiss with thee

For soft as silk
I pray thee will
come love and be with me

Unto thine eyes 
my soul decree 
thou heart to cherish be

As pure as light
my love this night
I freely give to thee.

Lack of Lamps by David Francis

Lack of Lamps

In the cheap hotels
where the porter sleeps
in the stagnant air
coming through the window

in all the rooms
no matter the area
no matter the station
no matter the floor

so you cling to streetlights
you notice simple fountains
you look for the sun
you look in her eyes

someday you will ask
someday you will buy
but they will never give
they will never give

they will only give flowers
they will give the special of the day
they will give you the key
they will give you water

but there is a famine
there is a shortage
there is a lack
and you have to compensate

you have your vision
you have your hearing
you smell the food
that tastes so good

you turn the light off
you feel the darkness
you wonder about time
you sleep to wake

you listen hard sometimes
you laugh at private jokes
the darkness is without
the fire you have within

David Francis has produced six albums of
songs, one of poems, and "Always/Far,"
a chapbook of lyrics and drawings.  His
film "Village Folksinger" has been screened
in the US and the UK.  David's poems and
stories have appeared in a number of
journals and anthologies.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Call of the Wild by C. David Hay

Photo by Joanne Olivieri - Ocean Beach Sunset 

Call of the Wild

The call of the wild is a restless voice
Of wind and sky and sea;
Beckons all — both great and small
With the yearning to be free.

It drives snow geese in autumn skies
And answers the coyote’s cry;
Blows in the mist of mountain crests
And lifts the eagle high.

The thunder of the river’s plunge,
The whisper of the desert’s dune;
Nature sings a thousand songs
To her jeweled and mystic tune.

The call of the wild is a will within
To venture where few have trod,
With a captive sound that makes hearts pound —
It must be the voice of God

(Previously published in Ya'Sou! Ezine)

C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS  and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris  Award from Kappa Delta Rho.