Polly Robinson

‘He Drinks Blood’- a poem by guest author Polly Robinson

Tuesday, May 1st, 2012

You will know him by his powers,

His inhuman speed,

His sinister silence,

The way he can fly at the flick of an eyelid;

By his ability to conceal himself in the shadows,

His talon-like claws,

Very sharp;

Made for tearing flesh. (more…)

‘Rising Slowly’ by Guest Poet Polly Robinson

Sunday, April 1st, 2012

He takes his brain out every night

And puts it in a bucket,

Each yellow ochre coloured cell

Emits a foul and fetid smell and starts to pound

Then starts to swell,

Rising slowly