Welcome to the January, 2015 issue of brass bell, featuring poems by Caroline Skanne.
Starting this month the format of the journal has changed. Instead of publishing anthologies on a single theme I will now invite one, two, or three poets each month to present their work as featured poets. Keep dropping by throughout the year to see what is new. I feel certain you will enjoy what you find here.
And now … presenting …. Caroline Skanne.
that feeling
of not being
enough
i shrink into shadows
dark moon
twilight skies
there is little else
on my mind
than the texture
of your lips
like so many
times before —
i write
myself
a way out
tears
fall into a river
of memory . . .
who i was then
shaped who i became
with you
every sunset holds
dawn captive
there is no other way
to breathe the stars
fairyland
so far away yet
at my feet
dog violets whisper
of everyday magic
yellow
watercolours
on a rainy day
you delivered the sun
bird of paradise
* * *
winter stillness
two swans carry
the sinking sun
child's pose
i return
to beginnings
spring equinox
all the transitions
i need to make
how gently
raindrops count
my blessings
without you
only night sky
to hold me
before i see you
there is song . . .
chaffinch
another full moon
there was a time
when you loved me
alone at last
just you and i
long night moon
folded between
pages of dusty old books
childhood dreams
* * *
yellow iris a sunbeam for your smile
wherever you go moon of winds i will follow
cool winter air i wrap up in a blackbird's song
purple-loosestrife amongst the reeds my wildflower heart
in spring trees remember what they used to look like
a kingfisher skims the surface of this moment
* * *
Caroline Skanne is obsessed with anything wild and free. She is the founder of hedgerow: a journal of small poems, and lives with her family, puppy and two cats by the river in Rochester, UK. Find her @
