The Dragon’s Pen entries provide a never-ending feast of lovely words. Here are some more snippets. And you can still come and read the full poems and stories in our exhibition at GWL.
True, she cried when she was alone in her little flat, but outside she kept her head high, sailing like an exotic clipper ship among a fleet of tug boats.
MAKING A MOVE by Dorothy Carwood
The sense of place,
displaced.
MOVING by Hazel Clark
I float on waves; I feel the spray on my face and the coldness imprinting onto my veins.
WATER by Cassie Kennedy
Does your left eyebrow arch like a cat’s
back to warn, to question, to punctuate
your face?
SISTER by Anna Dickie
She would wake lovers at 4am to cry over something she had seen on CNN or Al Jazeera
MOVING by Susan Lyons
The house was old, dilapidated, loosely wallpapered
MOVING by Mary O’Donnell
I remember her telling me she was demoted upon marriage from telephonist supervisor back to the ranks.
SNAKES AND LADDERS by Sandra Wilson
your form has been stamped
with teething syllables
THE CRUELEST WORD IN MOTHERHOOD by El Gruer
Above her head the great blades of the fan hung silent, resting from their daylight job of stirring the heavy soup of air, slowly rotating so as not to blow out the gas rings on the stove
JERUK PERUT by Sarah Howells
For once,
she would like to wear
a mood to match
her colour.
SISTER MASAAI by Lauren Pope
