Peter Rylands

Following a return to lectures and worrying for future plans, Originals provides a welcome break to the start of Spring term. Disillusionment of Ten O Clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with...

In the past 3 Originals we have given a brief explanation of the poems featured, however this time I want to provide a collection of festive or seasonal poetry that should just be enjoyed and perused at your leisure. Wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Winter Song –...

The Space – Peter Rylands How often do we rush to be inside? Away from the rain, The cold, The space. It may be but a moment, To sit at the platform, Waiting to confine myself amongst the carriage walls, But here – is space! The cold! The rain! I’d...

The Day after the Dead Before – Peter Rylands Time for the dead of night to rise and have its hour, Inside an ocean whose tides never cease and groan from the moon’s waxing power. Dried blood and hollow faces, haunting the streets, Where the sun shall rise for mortals...

This feature will publish student poetry and prose with a small explanation so you can get a clearer understanding of what references are made and what the piece is trying to say. Alongside student poetry there will be a ‘Poem of Note’, a poem written by an established writer. This...