Peter Wyton – Petal Power

Petal Power
Holland, a clever country, used to have
A solely tulip based economy.
Why would you only have a single flower
To represent your entire currency.
Let’s have floral, not financial markets,
Deal in delphiniums or hollyhocks,
A Wall Street with wall-to-wall wallflowers,
A stock exchange totally stocked by stocks.
We could buy choc eggs with Easter lilies
And, at one inexpensive blow
Slay the great dragon of Christmas spending
Using a huge armful of mistletoe.
Don’t tell the government. Our Treasury
Won’t be convinced, according to reports.
Our Chancellor’s so mean he’ll not even
Offer you a peony for your thoughts.
Peter Wyton has 8 collections to his name. His work has been anthologised widely, including the O.U.P Anthology of War poetry. He has presented his poetry at festivals & arts centres throughout the British Isles

Sharon Larkin – Media mind-meld

Media mind-meld

Swept along by memes and tropes, false narratives
of what is freedom, what is love, where true honor
lies, lies are swallowed down as tranquilizer-palliatives,
veins invaded for transfusions of a bitter humor.
Procedures seem to offer us some greater good
but no one has a notion about what is best for all.
We have blinkers on, or blinders if you will, can’t feed
on food that’s faked through plasma screens that pull
our rods and cones out of shape, blur perception
so we squint and fail to see each other eye to eye,
tuning ears to hear the news we choose to channel,
train pupils so that insight’s merely tunnelled vision.
In ignorance, we asked for bliss: illusion’s pale blue pill.
Pursuing truth, we’re free to grasp the blood-red reality.



Sharon Larkin has been published in anthologies (Cinnamon, Eyewear, Indigo Dreams); magazines (e.g. Prole, Obsessed with Pipework, Here Comes Everyone) and e-zines (including Ink, Sweat & Tears, The Stare’s Nest and Clear Poetry). She jointly runs Cheltenham Poetry Café – Refreshed, is Chair of Cheltenham’s Arts Council and Poetry Society, runs Kickstart poetry workshops in Cheltenham and is founder/editor of the Good Dadhood on-line Poetry project. She has an MA in creative writing and a passion for Welsh language, literature and history. Website:

Kathryn Metcalfe – Men Who Weep.

Men Who Weep.

Captains of industry,
senators, honourable gentlemen,
Allow me to redefine terror, for you.

Our troops out in the Middle East,
on heat baked streets,
fodder for friendly fire and suicide attacks.
Should fear you more
than the Syrian
draped over the crumpled corpse
of child or brother.
Beating fists on cracked earth,
crying and praying.
Blood blotting through the faded cotton
of his tunic.

While you sleep in cool linen
through clammy western nights.
Expensive suits that do not crease
contain you.
Black gold oozes through your veins.

So civilly regretful
Anonymous, inscrutable.

You terrify me.


Kathryn Metcalfe has been published previously in anthologies and magazines. She is a member of the ‘Mill Girl Poets’ who wrote and performed a show featuring poetry, spoken word and song about the lives and history of the Paisley thread mill workers which has been performed at the Glasgow West End Festival and recently at the Edinburgh Fringe. She also founded and runs a Poetry& Spoken Word Open Mic which has been running over 2 years.


Claire Walker – Let’s Talk About the Weather.

Let’s Talk About the Weather

I worry that our seasons are lost.
Days I thought maps predicted
have vanished as if only conjured.

Sky hangs, streaked and heavy,
as though it forgot how to smile,
or fears what comes next.

There was honour in winter:
neighbours shovelling paths clear
in the soft pad of dawn;

the certainty of snowdrops,
their February end rolling
into temperate Spring.

Rays of summer
warming grass and our skin,
leading on to months

when trees handed down their red
and gold; when people knew leaves
were beautiful in every colour.


Claire Walker’s poetry has been published in magazines, anthologies and webzines including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Clear Poetry, Prole, and The Chronicles of Eve. Her first pamphlet, The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile, is published by V. Press. She has recently become a Poetry Reader for Three Drops from a Cauldron.
Her website is


Carol Caffrey – Post-Partum

Night cloaks all living things
and earth itself holds its breath;
wildfires flicker here and there
while other patches
of the wasted land shrivel
under smoke and ash.
When day exhales at last a snapping twig,
rustle in the windless trees, brings suspicion not relief.
We are in the debatable lands now,
no longer speak in the easy ways.
Within the borders of silence
we take a breath, take someone’s
measure before we ask:
which way did you vote, then?
Carol Caffrey is an Irish ex-pat (should that be immigrant?) living in the UK since the early 90s, and as well as writing she performs a one-woman play  “Music for Dogs”, by former Ireland professor of Poetry, Paula Meehan.  (

Richmore Tera – The World I Love

The World I Love
Thank you uncle
For teaching me to love
The world
Without a sword
But roses
And bread
Hidden (as presents) behind my back
Today, the same world
Whom I learnt to Iove
Without cactus words
Have turned into my Brutus
And I, their Julius Caesar
Fit to stab in the back.
Richmore Tera is a Zimbabwean poet, short story writer and freelance journalist. He has written for Zimbabwe’s leading newspapers which include The Herald, The Standard as well as the SADC regional newspaper, The Southern Times. He also contributes to the online publication, News of the South which publishes news from Southern Africa as well as the Diaspora.
He is Associate Editor of Chitungwiza Central Hospital’s health magazine, with the hospital being Zimbabwe’s first ISO certified public health institution.