Two New Poems

We've two new poems for you today, one with a lunar link and the other distinctly magical. Our poets are Deborah Walker, who says she grew up in "the most English town in the country" (of England that is ..Ed)but she soon high-tailed it down to London, where she now lives with her partner, Chris, and her two young children. Find Deborah in the British Museum trawling the past for future inspiration or on her blog http://deborahwalkersbibliography.blogspot.com/ Her poems have appeared in Dreams & Nightmares, Star*Line and Enchanted Conversation. And Wisconsin-based Alex Plummer, a science fiction and fantasy poet and story writer, whose work has appeared in Fantasy Scroll Magazine, Scifaikuest, Clockwork Kiru and Star*Line magazine among other places. You can find Alex on Twitter @AlphaTheRed


Nanny Nano Moon
by Deborah Walker
 
 
Yardley regolith.
Skin, powdered pale. 
Clinging to craters.   
Blood runs thin through Nanny Nano Moon’s
voided veins.
Cold as a night a fortnight long.
Was hot, so long, these lava tubes when
it was so different in the past.
Tranquil Nanny Nano Moon.
A sea awash with stories
Today escapes.
Helium into vacuum.
But yesterday is close enough to pluck.



Detention at the Mage Academy
by Alex Plummer
 

Tad’s brilliant discovery –
that wind charm + skirts = expensive adolescent thrill –
earned him six hours. Patrick dozes,
arm bound with charred Evocation Club
banner: -rom flame to fame!
Ash on his face – six weeks yet
‘til his nose grows back.
Sasha fumes – literally,
transmutation gone awry –
while Greg and Ariel
in the corner don’t discuss
their transparent skin,
flushing faces visible only
in the cheekbone capillaries.

Lily – only 1 hour, out after
curfew – takes her books and leaves:
brushing the latter out of her hair 
after passing Master Alder at his
desk. Glad – Asten had escaped.

So they could practice
more advanced techniques:
entanglements, fingertip
lightning bolts, and even
stopping time.

She smiled, for she knew
that for the two of them
these needed no magic at all.