police cordon
a chill wind
breaks through
©
police cordon
a chill wind
breaks through
©
harbour sunshine
fishing boats reflect
on each other
©
all day travelling
the garden path
this snail
©
the rattle
of teacup and saucer
grandma’s shaking hand
©
art gallery
I contemplate
the exit
©
another hot day
we walk further
into the woods
©
sleepless
the sound of the long
night train
©
Find me in the new issue of Hedgerow tonight….
no longer sure
of who I am
shifting sands.
insomnia
looking into the darkness
of time
hedgerow: a journal of small poems
welcome to the last issue of hedgerow before the summer break. as always, grateful to contributors & readers alike. happy summer everyone!
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caroline skanne
founding editor
sandbox castles
toddlers choose
not to wage war
.
boxed up
the weight
of my childhood
.
peeling apples
not a word about
their sweetness
Elmedin Kadric was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia, but writes out of Helsingborg, Sweden. A student of both longer and shorter forms of poetry, and an avid observer of everything else.
a nodule
appears on the trunk
of a healthy tree …
the touch of her hand
up and down his back
.
saying nothing
we walk hand in hand …
silence stolen
by the…
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