A delectable selection of poems perfect for a delirious heat wave or an indulgent night in.
Enjoy today’s poems, by Anita and Vaughn.
With mischief,
Alexandra x
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Black (berry) and blue (berry) Lips shredded and red (cherry) Teeth and tongue carry Blackberry, blueberry, cherry Blink and wink, bare your teeth and sink Into black (berry) and blue (berry) Cherry and berry (black and blue) Slip and stick in teeth Lips closed, eyes opened Berry (black) and berry (blue) Ripen and rot Young and hot Pick every berry Stain your shirt with cherry Green (new) or mouldy (blue} Which is which/this or that Can you tell Black from blue Sweet from sour cherry Berry from (Berry)
Anita is from Vojvodina and currently lives in London. She writes poems and stories about cunning fairies, the grotesque pastoral, and rotting desire. She is studying English and Creative Writing at Royal Holloway, where she is the Head of Publications for the Poetry Society. Collaborating with members, faculty, and the RHUL archives, Anita puts together and publishes a termly zine, with special editions available online by request.
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If fall sun sets in cloudless sky, watch for a special passerby - for limjick kids might luck the chance to spy a Jellimottle dance! As banter’y din slowins away and night begins to outdrine day, check lest he santrop into view - all glowery in his juligew! The Jelliomottle, that so-rare sight will only schriptadoo at night. No matter how one strains or tries, he’s only glimpsed through squippled eyes. (don’t bother trying otherwise). Friggled is his bish of late, and slightly tiddy is his gait - his hair a pish of stancipore, we’re lucky he’s a dreamivore! Chock full of tiggle wickenrot, you are advised to plog him not! If ever he flims into view, be careful lest he strup at you! He oft has panid things to say, in his own subervantle way, but heeded must his shutzus be: they are the seed of poetry! For it will come as no surprise he’s far too emperstenperized to bruffentip until sunrise - seeing him once is quite a prize! And if - just if - you kenjick child, the Jellimottle to you speaks a word, or phrase, of Siggle tongue, how splandiferious you’ve become! Because that night, you need not fear: the Jellimottle, for you, my dear will slay all snagglewurts in sight and conquer tayshees with his might. So dream in peace, my tay-bok child, If you have spied out in the wild a Jellimottle - he you shall keep safe from all harm whilst now you sleep.
Vaughn Roste has been published over 100 times, including books, plays, poems, articles, reviews, and a dissertation. His monograph, The Xenophobe’s Guide to the Canadians, was published by Oval Books. If he spent as much time writing as he does playing board games, you would have heard of him already.
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