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Robin Ouzman Hislop (Editor)Suibhne and the Siren.i.In the forest heartbeats turn to footsteps on the wind, darkness rises from the ground. ii. Vertigo shadows mast, a chill bolting the diaphragm, as animals hide with eyes to see. iii. But they have long forgotten & ground has resigned the quest, leaves lose their spaces. iv. There is nowhere to stay, neither wisdom nor profanity, only the silence & the siren. v. The maniac barbaric, the bestial snarl, the heroic beserk, the frenzy of carnage, the attack of the pack, the hawk of flock. vi. Aviary in Avernus, desolate lake, where ancestors sleep in the lair of the beast. vii. Who has also forgotten in its long song in erosion, its first born freedom. viii. At meer* it darkens more, another turn , her gasp, high sigh, so close, twice, a breath in the ear. ix. He stumbles in the dyke braye, mud clay across water, to the steep horizon on the footsteps of the wind. x. To no way out, exit barred, shackles on the bridge of no return, the song of the ground gone. xi. Only the song of the siren, her laughter and her tears, through the long lonely years. * Meer an early Anglo Saxon word for a brook which determined borders to the Shires. Suibhne’s Song to the Shadows.We have lived in dreamsThat could not be broken, But years as time have stolen. & struck by a blow unseen, I see a vision fading. Fading as grail in grain, In the corridors of time, Floored with their pain: The loneliness of the unknown In the illusion of return, A roaming creature on the plain Following the beckoning horizon. Suibhne amongst Chimneys.Quarried rock from the hill,mason hewn, smooth, rough, round or hand dyke laid. A town’s tier walls stained in clouds of moss, fungi, lichen, only grime belies their fragrance. Drain pipe in September rain, wild weed corner, dandelion, leaf red bramble in black warts. Rain runs as blood into shadows, its speechless phantoms amazed, after so long, still misunderstood. Suibhne in Love.Talking with you my dearis like standing on a trap door at the gallows. Perhaps we don’t love each other so much after all & this is the worst moment for the fall, unredeemed failure. © All poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop 2006  |
ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. He now lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK. Appeared in Dawn Millenium Anthology & Crystal Dawn Anthology published by Kedco Studios. When he first joined the world wide net he abandoned his previous poet performance career, mostly had in Spain and often as bilingual joint translation recitals. His first anthology After the Cave the Comet appeared two years ago & is available here, another anthology is shortly planned. He started as resident poet with Poetry Life & Times in January 2005 & took over its editorship together with Spanish poetess Amparo Arrospide from Sara Russell in May 2006 .
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MICHAEL R. BURCH is the editor of The HyperTexts where he has published the work of three Pulitzer Prize nominees and recent winners of the T. S. Eliot, Richard Wilbur and Howard Nemerov awards. He has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and his work has appeared over 450 times in literary journals and sundry publications in the USA, England, Scotland, Canada, Australia, South Africa and India, including The Chariton Review, Poetry Magazine, Verse, Poet Lore, Unlikely Stories, Light Quarterly, Writer’s Digest – The Year’s Best Writing 2003, The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003, The Lyric, ByLine, Icon and Nebo.
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