Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds despair to drowning. Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the … Continue reading Inversnaid

England

WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the song on your bugles blown, England – Round the world on your bugles blown. Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you’ve done, England, … Continue reading England

A Picture of Heaven

BY DAVE CANNON The sunshine enlightens my spirit, Breaching the darkest corridors of the soul, Generating a golden radiance that illuminates my every move, The coloured petals of cherry blossom cushion my footsteps, And stimulate my senses with a scent of true splendour, Laying a sheath of sweet aromatic silk that caresses the skin, The gentle breeze whispers throughout the treetops, And catches the falling … Continue reading A Picture of Heaven

Monsters

BY TARQUIN RAFFERTY-SUTHERLAND The sombre full-moon peaks behind a bloated, pitch-black cloud; pregnant with the promise of a great down-pour. It’s eerie glowing light filters down and finds your face, in the tormented twilight’s deepest, darkest hour. …and the the blood pounds in your ears and your subconscious fills with childhood fears; the terror seems to make you float and horror grabs you by the … Continue reading Monsters

The Dark Corner

BY MAC LOGAN   Smothered, hidden, cobweb-bound, cached facets twitch yet gather dust. No casement dare transparent show the fury, dread and craven lust.   There in the dark, restrained, they twitch … and sob and spark and never die. Deep in seams of psyche hid, caged, not dormant. Wild, they lie.   Pupae-like they squirm and strain, mutating, breakout ever near. Unpredicted, crouched to pounce, where lost control leaks … Continue reading The Dark Corner