POETRY — ENIGMA

a literary journal

Guts

Guts

Lay me down in

A bed of roses.

Gift me a robin that

Sings me to sleep -

Mia BromleyElla Jackson-DrexlerFebruary 26, 2024Reality, Humanity

Two Sides of a Storm

Two Sides of a Storm

You are a flower

You are a dark flower

Eleanor ForrestNatalya HutchinsonFebruary 15, 2024Reflections

Understanding (A Deer Friendship)

Understanding (A Deer Friendship)

I have left the window open

for you, the deer who lives

beneath my sill and inside

my dreams.

Lexi StevensTom DaviesFebruary 6, 2024dreams

My Heart Belongs To The Sea

My Heart Belongs To The Sea

My heart belongs to the sea,

Aching to be one with the ocean.

Sophie TurleyErin WardFebruary 2, 2024Reflections

It's really fucking cold.

It's really fucking cold.

Lexi StevensZoe McBrownJanuary 29, 2024Reality

After Sappho

After Sappho

My life’s story returns to Sappho:

Her ends connect to my beginnings.

Erin WardGuest UserJanuary 26, 2024Humanity

At the end of the line

At the end of the line

There is a man in a yellow coat

Taking the train into the desert.

Alexander CroftsGuest UserJanuary 16, 2024dreams

Dover

Dover

On the edge of a moth bite, this town is still

stitches loosening one by one.

Ella Jackson-DrexlerLana DanzeisenJanuary 13, 2024Reflections

Sorrow

Sorrow

Here I stand at the terminus;

I feel peculiar — that is,

nothing.

Tom DaviesElla Jackson-DrexlerJanuary 13, 2024reflection

Glass Life

Glass Life

We did not waddle uniform,

nor were we coddled

by the scruff of the neck.

Poppy ReadErin WardDecember 13, 2023Reflections

Cobwebbed

Cobwebbed

Her hands, asleep in tulip bulbs,

unfurl to chase the light—

out lurches the spider that lives inside her

Poppy ReadErin WardDecember 13, 2023Reflections

My ‘Ingvar Kamprad, Elmtaryd, Agunnaryd’ Induced Tragedy

My ‘Ingvar Kamprad, Elmtaryd, Agunnaryd’ Induced Tragedy

What was once a tree,

what once stood with grace, grandeur, and pride, is right before me.

Jay WeaverGuest UserDecember 4, 2023Reflections