Picaroon Poetry - Issue #14 - January 2019

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Hello, and welcome back to a year of Picaroon - and we're also back to our regular bi-monthly schedule for 2019.

As always, there's no set theme for our issues, but also as usual, this one does have several poems that find common ground with one another. There are nods to religion, and to misogyny (against it, not for it), memories, and myth - among other things.

CN/TW for sexual assault, harrassment, child abuse, verbal abuse, death. I think that's everything, but do tread carefully.

Issue #14 features poetry by Sarah Davies, Chuka Susan Chesney, Mary Percy-Burns, Matt Gilbert, Isaac Stovell, Mark Rutter, Meg Gripton-Cooper, Kelli Simpson, Wanda Deglane, Tianna G Hansen, Kristin Garth, Steven Bruce, Maggie Mackay, Michael J. Galko, Yuan Changming, Tristan Moss, Betsy Housten, Gale Acuff, Olivia Tuck, Stephen Daniels, Rose Cook, Al Ortolani, Jeffrey Zable, Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon, Elizabeth York Dickinson, Michael McGill, Bruce McRae, Kenneth Pobo, Megan Denese Mealor, Julia D McGuinness, Sue Spiers, Jackie Biggs, Gareth Writer-Davies, Charley Barnes, and Penny Blackburn.

Lovingly edited by Kate Garrett (with no help at all from the cat, contrary to her being on the masthead).

Mark Rutter

Nebuchadnezzar

Nebuchadnezzar crawled in the grass

his empire all aflame.

He couldn’t recall how it came to pass

still less who was to blame.

There are those who die for silver or gold,

there are those who yearn for fame,

and no one knows if the Norns will thread their name.

Cleopatra the queen took hold of the asp

and pressed it against her breast.

Not one of the kisses of warriors or kings

had ever hurt her less.

There are those with poison on their tongue,

there are those who kill in jest,

and no one knows if the Norns will thread their name.

Agamemnon the brave lay back in the bath

arrayed in glory and praise.

He didn’t see the knife that opened his back

for the blood of one he had slain.

There are those who die for the truth or a lie,

there are those who kill in vain,

and no one knows if the Norns will thread their name.

Arthur the king rode out on his steed

to hunt the ravaging boar.

The banners were bright the trumpets were loud

that ended the day in gore.

There are those who dream in eternal peace,

there are those who wake to war,

and no one knows if the Norns will thread their name.

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