GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Some Colours For A Friend Who Has Writer's Block
Alex MacDonald
Blue Lake is what you see just under the ocean
on postcards, where terrapins open their mouths,
a stitch unsealing, to swallow something surrounded
in grey volcanic sand. Yellow6 is actually mauve,
stripes on borlotti beans running like a footpath,
where it leads, predictably, to the other side of the bean.
Yellow5 is in super moons, in the palms of the only
two dead bodies I have seen and in adverts for hard
banana sweets. Carmine gives the cherry its vampire,
the scattered power tools their juice, the lift
its passenger: a sea of blood. And Red40, those
strawberries, is burned glass, the reflection of light
on light, the balloons trapped in train stations.
by Mike Jenkins
by Rosie Jackson
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry


