Category: Poetry

LANDSCAPE by Les Rendell

I gaze upon the granite moor and mark the summit of the tor;And all around the windswept green, changing hue to shades between.While over where

The Bomb by Lynn Jennings

(July 7th Lister Street – Falmouth, Cornwall) I have no memory of that Sunday,of my family doing the usual Sunday things,my brother playing next door

“Where I belong…” by Alan Murton

Empty winter beachebb tide leaves mirrored pools.Lovers stroll, hold hands.Seabirds wheeling high, reach for the towering crags,swoop to foaming surf.gone the summer throng,stretches the endless