Matthew Coombe Poems

Dead Arm

The uninvited guests and intruders
that call in the night and rudely pluck us
from the body of sleep are legion.... more »

Hibernaculum

I do not remember where I came across it.
The word just tripped me like a discarded slipper,
lying on a bedroom carpet in the darkness of 3am.... more »

He's The Town Crier.

Battleship crowds cruised overhead today
but were later sunk by a desert of
solid blue, pierced only by a
white jet plane that cut a chalky margin... more »

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