This poem is taken from Stand 247, 23(3) September - November 2025.
Two Poems
Arrival
At last, the first view, sweep of slate-grey roofs,
stub of a jagged castle, sea polished silver:
childhood’s promised land, its sweet familiar hush
earned from the driven hours — tight bends, and sleet
...
At last, the first view, sweep of slate-grey roofs,
stub of a jagged castle, sea polished silver:
childhood’s promised land, its sweet familiar hush
earned from the driven hours — tight bends, and sleet
...
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