I needed a miracle

so they prepared me for one.

These fishers of men

donned Sowesters and wellies

and drew their indelible nets across my chest

trawling for the red pearl.

Filleting me for the curing.

Snapping my rib veined casket shut

along its spinal hinge

like a sprung clam.

My vascular scar throbbing with their salt.

Childhood’s End


Almost unnoticed

childhood’s end

excused itself

in a whisper

and left the room.


My adult

endures its absence

with a pain

feeling doesn’t


Moonlight on the Bosphorus


Heaven touched spark

to dry water


branding its leaving  

with hives of halos


little lifebelts

saving no one


markers of a sinking

still snagging at passingness


there should be wreckage

survivors clinging


not just this assumption

of drowning


this vast anointment

of the nearly dead.

David J Costello lives in Wallasey, Merseyside, and is co-organiser of local poetry venues Bards of New Brighton and Liver Bards. His work has been published in several anthologies and poetry journals including Quantum Leap, Reach Poetry and Envoi. He has been short-listed and placed in various competitions, most recently being short-listed for the 2011 Grist Poetry Prize and winning the 2011 Welsh Poetry Competition.

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