by Simone Mansell Broome | Feb 4, 2023 | poemandrecording
Just now, there were two thunderclaps,that prescient pause, and then rain.At first it seemed to be a passing shower,but we thought wrong. The cloudsunburdened themselves. You drankyour coffee, laughing as I ran to rescuenewly pegged out washing. These last few weeks,...
by Simone Mansell Broome | Feb 4, 2023 | poemandrecording
Rene Robert, a Swiss photographer famous for his images of Spanish flamenco stars, died in January 2022, in Paris, after a fall. Nine hours.Not stripped, robbed, beaten this time. Not leftat the side of the road that runsfrom Jerusalem to Jericho.Left for dead. Not...
by Simone Mansell Broome | Feb 4, 2023 | poemandrecording
We meet by chancein the health food shop,gannets gathering around the lastof today’s bread delivery. The talk, of course,is all about the weather,this heat we still find alien,and the unexpected benison of a summer shower.‘Come into the garden, Mark,’she says she...
by Simone Mansell Broome | Feb 4, 2023 | poemandrecording
He’s a man now; doesn’t kick or pass,dribble or play a ball any more,toe to foot to knee to head, his loveof the game faded away. Thought it would last always, thought the yearsof sunlight and wellness would last too,restless infant gone, substitutedby a gilded child...
by Simone Mansell Broome | Feb 4, 2023 | poemandrecording
Darkness over ripe Welsh meadows,las vegas, fretted by strings of fairy lights, solar, blue,along May hedges, elder-greening, blossom-bursting, by cigarette glow, by crackling and hissing of logs from the firepit –where folks huddle warmed by blankets, chat,...
by Roger Broome | Jan 18, 2023 | poemandrecording
You needed to see it for yourselves – the last timewasn’t so bad, after all. You’d taken him outto eat. He’d had some, spilled his half of shandy,seemed pleased at news of next year’s wedding. When you drove him back, he’d not asked you in.You could live...
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