Jeremy Hughes poet

Cuckoo

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Cuckoo I fall to Wales between barred clouds and slate sea, trailing a long day like a banner. Coucou, I say, I am from Kinshasa.   Cwcw, they say. Soft rain rills desert dust from my wings. I am not a migrant; this is my second home. I fathom the woods for dunnocks. Zulus call me … Read more

Poem: There is a Panther on the Streets of Paris

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There is a Panther on the Streets of Paris slinging hammocks of intent between each step, hunting unbroken hearts beyond the senses. No one knows. Rumours breeze like leaves along Boulevard Saint Germain. Another takes a table at Le Café Des Arts indistinct in clouds of Vogue Bleu. No one.  Not even the off-duty gendarme … Read more