Noah's Arcs

  • Sometimes a poem just gets right through …..

    https://amethystmagazine.org/2025/11/02/more-than-the-present-moment-a-poem-by-andrea-potts/#like-17221?page_id=17221 Read more

  • St Aebbe’s calling to redeem the land

    St Aebbe’s calling to redeem the land

    St Aebbe (c.615-683) was one of the pioneers of Christianity in seventh century Northumbria. Noah’s Arcs was originally sited in the Borders, which would have been part of Northumbria. This poem was published in the anthology Sarah Law (ed.) Thin Places, Sacred Spaces (2024, Amethyst Press) ‘a mother of the handmaidens of Christ, called Aebbe, Read more

  • The rescued pig’s ode to his earth

    The rescued pig’s ode to his earth

    This poem was published in Last Leaves, October 2022 The rescued pig’s ode to his earthMy early days I prefer to forget,rooting, rooted in the herbaceous earth.Strong in meadowsweet mud, till sunset,creating areas for new plants to birth.Hog wallows, like bowls, hold muddy rain-waterthrumming with goodness for me and my brother.Earth tastes especially sweet around Read more

  • Heartsease

    Heartsease

    This poem was published in Dreich magazine December 2022. Past the sheltering Stobshaw Hillmoving through two gates, one wood,one iron, otherwise very much the same.Rain glistened elderberries, hips, haws welcome her in.She nods to the skylarks, sees their prior claimtakes only enough to make a syrup for flagging hearts,thinks on how her pigs will crunch Read more

  • Study of a created study

    Study of a created study

    This poem was published in Dreich, December 2022. Nostalgia is the safest roomconcert piano to aggrandise meagre talentwall hangings once used in ‘charity’ lessonsartefacts to stimulate Socratic questionsnow soothe and soften, a brilliant career, no questions asked.No glass except for windows to garden.Nothing reflected,the eye can only fall on what is treasuredchildren’s terracotta pots, wooden Read more

  • An inherited jug – poem

    An inherited jug – poem

    This poem was published in Dreich, December 2022 Inherited Jug Barbara UsherStoneware jug, milky blueshoulders, pale as low-sun heavens,melding into beige natural hues.A bulbous belly with relief map impressionsof earthy contours. Glaze-run stainshaped suitably like a uterus– or a ram’s head – beautifulto touch in its smoothness.A song from the deadlongs to awaken in us.Yet can Read more