Photo by Hans Isaacson on Unsplash

And now, the dragons come, clouding the sky,
Their leather wings gleam grey as molten lead,
They screech and howl as overhead they fly,
Swoop down, snatch-claw the bodies of the dead,
And in the sea, Leviathan ploughs waves,
Its mighty jaws encompass Spanish galleons,
Yet now they swallow men in briny graves,
Whose bones and…

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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

Darkday afternoon,
when all is sleepiness, lights on
at three, indoor headache. The café

pours out golden light, a waft of rich blend
raises the spirits.
She comes here to meet him — wheat and rye hair
and a scholar’s brain, but his commitment
is not to her sex.

Salt…

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David Doughty on Twitter — WW1, a sergeant of the Lancashire Fusiliers in a flooded…

Castle ramparts, clay and mud,
men allied in brotherhood,
trained to follow death’s command,
ordered onto no-man’s-land,
bullets babble war’s refrain —
in relentless rain, rain, rain.

Sweetheart’s letter, cigarettes,
beef, boiled puddings, allumettes
banshee squeals of falling shells,
wasteland in the Dardanelles,
battles for a few yards’ gain —
in relentless rain, rain…

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image from King Richard III Visitor Centre website

Shakespeare’s villain — crooked, bent,
a treacherous son of York,
‘deformed, unfinish’d’ malcontent,
the subject of a joke.

Described as evil, harsh, reviled,
by History’s doubtful rumour;
a man whose hands were stained with blood,
devoid of love and humour.

Yet was he such a wicked man?
We have new information
that…

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Laura Sheridan

I write to entertain, explain…and leave a tickle of laughter in your brain.