Poem in which we hear the word ‘drone’

a male bee in a colony of bees
which does no work
but can fertilise the queen
HH
            I think of bagpipes,
                                    refrigerators,
                                                aeroplanes
HH
the news left on
                        a radio talking
HH
HHHHHHHHat a party I was cornered in a kitchen
HH
an indolent person, an idler
                        pass away, drag out (life, time)
HH
in a film  people
                                                buying flour and diesel at a market
HH
                        bees, definitely
HH
a doctor/engineer/teacher
on a mountain path
coming home for lunch
                                                steady, deep humming
HH
people              around a kitchen table
                                    soup spilling,                 windowpanes trembling
HH
            terrorists
HH
a pilotless missile, directed by remote control
HH
one continuous note                  a low moan
HH

HH

Josephine Corcoran

Coming soon in Poems in Which Issue 4

The editors are delighted to announce the contributors for Issue 4:

Lutz Seiler translated by Alexander Booth

Melissa Lee-Houghton

Mark Waldron

Abigail Parry

Emma Hammond

Bobby Parker

Anat Zecharia translated by Irit Sela

Josephine Corcoran

Dollie Stephan

Samuel Prince

Francine Elena

Nicola Gledhill

Fiona Moore

Paul Stephenson

John Canfield

Alexander Speaker

Martha Sprackland

Eireann Lorsung

Joey Connolly

Anna Selby

Sarah Wedderburn

Karl Smith

Giles Goodland

and new artwork from Sophie Gainsley