August 15, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION











Anne Bradshaw



We fell.

Somewhere between the gaps of the dreams

of what we thought we were,

we fell.


Like a couple of empty vessels,

dark spoils laid waste on the tide,

washed up in salt with bones raw as guilt,

in terrible silence we fell.


No star-crossed lovers ever felt

this stream of  endless pain,

an Icarus warning of things to come,

slowly but certain we fell.


Looking within, or looking without,

yet neither matters now,

the emptiness is what defines

the day that we fell.







Anne Bradshaw



Last night she slept on fallow field

where ridges dip to earth then rise

towards the misty, moonlit skies,

yet cannot bear their secret yield.


Her breath will never kiss the dawn;

her body pales, while silver dew

adorns her skin with pearly hue;

her soul is mine, and all forlorn.


As love, with all its fatal flaws,

does so entrance by false design,

she conjured tricks upon my mind:

my Sorceress, all peace withdraws.


With Cornflowers traced upon her brow,

the Devil’s Bit and Campion

dress flaxen hair, all locks undone,

near faded Poppies’ crimson vow.


So wake then, people, know this day.

Seize cold treasure, hold the prize

which never yet bewitched your eyes,

but drew my empty heart away.





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  1. gmc September 13, at 11:50

    ON SWALLOW FIELD There's a song in the air Cruising hearts and souls Like an early morning Shining under a wisteria dew The wind blows from the hand Drawing circles of jasmine It's time for the desert rose To celebrate the white wedding Not a road on this wilderness Only savages play the survival A fiddle is dropping golden traces Mimosa memories as bright as old crows

  2. Jill September 11, at 09:40

    Hi I enjoyed reading The August Poetry......some wonderful phrases and words which delve deeply into one's innermost thoughts....particularly enjoyed Anne's two poems. Thanks for sharing. Jill

    • Anne Bradshaw February 08, at 14:05

      Thank you so much, Jill! I've only just seen your kind comment, and I agree - some great poems that month from all contributors. Thanks also, Tuck, for showcasing the work here.

  3. lyngheathbooks, Norwich. UK August 22, at 08:37

    An exciting new talent emerging in Cat Holt's poetry. Always ahead of the reader, some great lines -"Then more stop started out" - "Dusk purple air" - and surprising twists along the way. More please.

  4. Sam August 17, at 10:59

    Wonderful as usual Cat, I love the darkness of the second and the appreciation that beauty can be found in anything :)

  5. Sara V August 17, at 10:27

    De two amazing poems!! Love them both, such images and emotion with potent endings, wow:-)

  6. Pearl Ketover Prilik August 16, at 14:05

    Bravo De - I do believe "Packing Black" has become a new favorite :). Simply, viscerally, lyrically, emotively, exquisite - juxtaposition of searing regret and empowerment. Repeated lines - ripple - long after Again Bravo!

  7. Linda H. August 15, at 22:46

    These are wonderful. The first is so thought-provoking; the second so emotional. Great work, De.


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