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Cheese and Marmite

A Story by Aimee Holt

Moss clung tightly to the cracks in the sandstone wall; I wondered how long it had been there and how many people had stared at it, ignored it or ev..

Willow

A Poem by Aimee Holt

I watched her while she slept her brown paws twitching fast she must be running somewhere. Her lilac point ears like radars, searchin..

The Fergy with the Saw Bench

A Poem by Aimee Holt

When the leaves turned, orange red gold yellow. We’d pull the black tarpaulin from the little old Fergy. The stone for ..

I Remember

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Your kind eyes that crinkled, with laughter Your voice like a happy robin, small and loud. I remember on the forest, with you and..

Blind

A Poem by Aimee Holt

I haven’t seen your colours You ask me, “yellow, pink or white?” I don’t even know what roses look like. H..

The Cottage Field

A Poem by Aimee Holt

A puddle mistaken for a pond, orange feet splashing, black beads watching. Amber setamongbranches, dark fingers slack. The new fields tre..

Oak Leaves

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Crinkled skin made dents in my palm as I clambered higher. The golden beech jeered I lost my grip, a twig snapped beneath my red we..

Alderbrook

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Face twisted in tight knots, acid fizzing like Pop Rocks in his throat. He spat, blood and green hammered the cold grey slabs. ..

At the Slope

A Poem by Aimee Holt

Brown eyes, so loud over the wind. He moved in silence. Poplars waved, singing in harmony. I strained to hear. He pa..

Muck Heap Fight

A Poem by Aimee Holt

The soft white shells lay on the heap, ‘it’s from the grass snake’ Granny said. She went in to make toad in the hole. ..