Let’s suppose that somewhere hidden
in me I must have gills
A secret inside fish ready to be released
Into her true ocean
Swimming in the cold water
Skimming the soft mud
A secret fish ready to rub
Hidden words into the wet stones
Fishy eyes pleading for hope
Rachel Ann Russell is a student at Wesley Theological Seminary, who loves exploring faith and scripture in poetry.
Birds you Dream About by Davina Allison
For my year 12 English class, 2022. Clever bunch. Your boat’s moored, keel up, and a basin that I worked with my hands so you can bathe, watch birds there. Silk Market Those lilac...
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Irish Lullaby by Nancy Gilbert
At the end of the long road is a housewith yellow daffodils by the front doorand prickly vines growing wildly in the back. As I peer inside the large picture window,I see the musical teapot...
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