POETRY — ENIGMA

Six Years

You could feel my leg bouncing against

Yours. I brushed fingers with my Dream

And found it wanting;

Mia BromleyGuest UserNovember 4, 2023dreams, Reflections

Wivenhoe

clink, utters the mast, then clink again again clink phieeew the wigeon not-quite-sings to the lapping waterblanket

the wigeon has troubled the immodest sky the immodest stillness of the sky

Charlie PriceTom DaviesOctober 23, 2023Reflections

Strange Dreams in a Goldfish Bowl

Can I go to space dressed as a fish,

Or should these dreams be left alone?

Sam BoveyNatalya HutchinsonOctober 18, 2023dreams

Moth

Something sent him. Arriving, he must be received,

With grace, with gentle grace,

As gentle as the sound he makes,

The sound with which he touches my not yet sleeping soul.

Charlie PriceZoe McBrownOctober 16, 2023Reflections

The Last Train

I feel the weight of your body,

all those memories bound,

tingling on your skin – slowly release.

Sam BoveyErin WardOctober 14, 2023Reflections

Hypnosis for Two

Soft-voiced creature

With eyes as pale as molten caramel

Or misty blue skies,

When will you be mine?

Enid LeonardGuest UserJuly 7, 2023Boundaries

Out of the woods

I met Fate in the woods,

"Fancy seeing you here," I said

"Oh, please," she replied, "This was meant to be."

Indy GrantGuest UserJuly 3, 2023Perception, Contact

The Temporal Garden

A shiver of lavender

yawns in the quiet morning

under rose-blushed clouds.

Sophie BlakeGuest UserJune 29, 2023Perception

The Magic Hour, 2nd December

Fog dwells in Hoopern Valley

where Spring had fallen asleep under a wintry dusk

Enid LeonardGuest UserJune 26, 2023Boundaries

I Found you up on Dartmoor

quivering like a tense arrow,

I think I see a kestrel up on

longaford tor.

it is not

innate, this private familiar.

Oliver FioreGuest UserApril 13, 2023Perception

[Un-]Collared Doves

every time Mum sets the seed

under the magnolia tree, she will

count the collared doves that used

to visit: one time we had four, but…

Oliver FioreGuest UserApril 13, 2023Perception

How I Got Home

Yes, it was dark.

No, I will not give you poetry.

I wore my headphones in one ear,

tripping down grassy slopes,

and back up much-too-wide steps.

Erin WardGuest UserApril 13, 2023Perception