Poetry
‘Convoy’ – Poem by Ginnie-May Turner
Day breaks down
to ambient firelight,
and laughter in harmony,
crackling, under Aquadrome nights.
Poetry
‘Gunpowder Gorge’ by Ginnie-May Turner
There’s a deep, swelling anger,
like the splits in the old barrel,
and black powder is burying the stone,
keeping your throat dry, and closed.
Poetry
‘Aberystwyth: The Final Entry’ by Ginnie-May Turner
Black, the waves roll into the shore.
From the ruins, the wind streams east,
billowing my hair like a flag.
Poetry
‘Salve, magna parens’ by Ginnie-May Turner
‘Hail, great mother’,
three spires on the plane,
St. Chad’s seat
in a Mercian sunrise.
