Alice Brasser © 2019
no. xvi
you don’t appear to notice the river
twisting flowing bucking into blue flabby
disguises churning through rapids
through the stilts of trees you ignore
the smell of a metaphor i catch you unawares
auditioning for a soliloquy
shrinking into the eyeball of a hill
by Iain Britton
no. xii
with time up what path to choose
the path splits he steps on watercolours
his long black hair plaited with planets & moons
he walks into a white interior flashing raw
& uneven a challenging feature
is in the traversing a coming-of-age survivor
he holds the keys he locks up
Iain Britton is the author of five collections of poetry. Recent poems have been published or are forthcoming in Harvard Review, Poetry, Jacket2, the New York Times, Stand, Agenda, and Poetry Wales. The Intaglio Poems was published by Hesterglock Press (UK) 2017. These two poems are from a sequence entitled A Naturalist’s Gallery.