Monday, January 12, 2015

brass bell: Caroline Skanne


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 @