Siona Dunn and Roger Liggett – new poems

Siona Dunn from Filecchio and her poetry first appeared on barganews back in February of this year with a poem entitled  ” Go right, no, left at the crossroads near the park ” -  Follow the sign to the village past ours | Turn into the lay-by opposite the bar | Then you’ll be on foot |There’s normally a pack of dogs on the road | But they only attack strangers… more of that poem here but this week she has sent into the office of barganews a new piece of work – short but sharp, this time entitled ” so he knows this girl see”.

We also have a newcomer to poetry on barganews – Roger Liggett we has sent us two short poems, “The Duomo” and “Evening Church”

And finally, a chance to read again the last poem from the barganews poet in residence, Kerry.

We have already published this last month but make no excuses now for putting it up on the front page once more. Her poem is called “Leaving”

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So he knows this girl see

so he  knows this girl see she’s blonde she’s young

she’s going to lunch at his to smoke drink pick at lasagne

left over from the birthday party to pace between

door post and bed post as she does in rooms with men

since washing up in this someplace quite unknown in

this shuttered town in a tartan skirt baring legs

and arms red crossed with regrets

he wants to show with words see to tease the knots from

her days  how he understands her after all his years on

the planet he’s not like others who swarm till the lights dim

Siona Dunn

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The Duomo

The blind church

buttress balanced on

quaking hill

fingers the wind

with tall cypresses

and opens a small mouth

to it’s birthplace

in the marble mountains

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Evening Church

The Carrara light

bathes the church

as it chases

the apricot orchards

and flowered courtyards

down the hill

at the end of the day.

Shadows swing through

the square

as the old lady

weeps for her dog

and the lizards scales

shine in the light

from the hills.

A baby learns the word for bread

as swifts slice

distant thunder heads.

And you

quickly stake and stalk the church

with your tiny

box of shadows

and are gone

Roger Liggett

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Leaving

Be Gone
You have no power here
All warm glow and gold
Your beauty
Leaves me cold
This year
Fallen to
Temptation
to become attached
This time
I know what came before
But when finally
You turn to leave
I am left
Bereft

Kerry

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