Unborn

There in the depths of your womb, lie all the children you could have had – said the Oval Lady. They are invisible, intangible sea angels; glass squid lost in the darkening shallows. They swim in blue nightshirts with their eyes and mouths firmly closed. Sometimes when a storm breaks you can hear their fins rake across the roof tiles.

hard rain
a swollen river runs
to barren waters

An ekphrastic haibun based on Leonora Carrington’s painting ‘Green Tea’ (1942)

Alan Peat & Réka Nyitrai

Unborn

Book of David

feeding the tree
a thimbleful
of ashes

“What if I told you those squirrels you feed shelled walnuts to dug up and ate bits of you?”
“Hell yeah. I love those squirrels. Remember when they dragged away a pizza slice someone left in our alley? And that time they found dinner rolls in the trash? What a party.”
“Yes, I remember. They’ll eat anything.”
“Yeah. They’re great.”
“So, if they ate pieces of you, you’d be OK with it?”
“Definitely. I sometimes wish to be a squirrel.”
“Good. Because they did.”

almost hearing your drums almost

E. L. Blizzard

Book of David

Half Penny Dreadful

The topmost arc of the double rimmed postmark intersects the corner of the fern green stamp just catching the chin of the profiled Edward V11

‘Julia is far from well … Effie is better I am glad to say and please excuse the pc ‘

space
for the word
reverse side of dark

From an 85 percent plain chocolate tint the foreground shadowed water brightens beneath a rustic bridge connecting banks of trees more trees which reach from the murk towards the cloud tinged sky

full moon
through a century’s eclipses
deciphered ghosts

Diana Webb

Half Penny Dreadful

Nulled

At the end of the string I am holding there is a cloud. I walk a puddle on a lead. Above my head dark balloons gather. Soon it will rain cats and dogs.

thunderhead—
clay dolls
in children’s tombs 

Alan Peat & Réka Nyitrai

Nulled

Lobster telephone

I found out much later that I was the last to know. She said she’d only take items that were of emotional significance. A couple of weeks later she came for the emotionally significant sofa. Two men I’d never met before carried it out to the waiting milk float. With some difficulty they manoeuvred it on. And, from the kitchen window I watched as it silently progressed down the lane.

wilting moustache
the heat from a
blazing giraffe

Alan Peat

Lobster telephone