Eric Aupperle is a winner of the Young Poets Network ‘Translation’ challenge and a runner up in the inaugural Timothy Corsellis prize.
The tired progress of the tanks makes little trenches of burning dust. He follows the tread prints across the level land. Sand has settled in his deep brown boots and his shadow marches behind with the rest. The men that follow him wear sweat soaked socks and eroded expressions. Their parched eyelids have swollen shut […]
Phyllida Jacobs is a winner of the Young Poets Network ‘Shakespeare’s shoes’ challenge and a runner up for the inaugural Timothy Corsellis prize.
Was this where the plane came down, Its fire put out in unmarked earth? Among the sparse crow-companied trees, An unnamed lane by Solway Firth? Those living bodies crowded round, What brought them to this lifeless scene? Just a small stone set in soil: “Unknown soldier, aged nineteen”. My bones were buried further off, The […]
My love. I hope you have received the package – A little snack, and that French language book. You’ll guess I made those chocolate things myself: I meant to make 16, not 12, but 4 Got snaggled into lumps of flour and butter – And goodness knows your 12 are little better. I look […]
It is midday, and finally The fire has stopped falling. I expect it looks pretty From 60 miles away. Here, it looks like anything But a city. When the burning gave way To ash pastures and gutted houses We went looking for leftovers. We found them in cellars Packed tight Carbon charred But still recognisable. […]