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A MODERN FABLE
Richard Berkeley
The lion and the tiger, They make a pretty pair
When playing by the Niger Or strolling round Zaire But should they hire a vessel And paddle to these shores You might end up a mess, all A-mangled in their jaws.
NICOSIA - MARCH 2019
Christopher Arkell
At that border, where light shades to a feeling For the spirit of things, no lines are drawn; There is no sand to mark them, no sentries wheeling Drill-duties about check-point towers each dawn.
Only the drift of a gesture, released Like an end-of-Party balloon, intended Never to land in this world till it’s ceased Being this world - bordered, quartered and defended.
Twilight whispers into darkness, light fades Even for inquisitive eyes; but the sense Of lightness - a touch hinted along skin, A glance set free, or a word breathed within A sigh - melts the most upright barricades: Against that, who would wish to make defence?
