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Please submit poetry or prose on the given themes for consideration. If you prefer to mail, then please mark envelope 'Dawntreader' and send to the address on this page.
Product name: The Dawntreader
Product name: The Dawntreader
Description: Single issue UK
Price: £4.25
Description: 4 issues UK
Price: £16.00
Product name: The Dawntreader
Product name: The Dawntreader
Description: Single issue ROW
Price: £5.00
Description: 4 issues ROW
Price: £18.00
The Dawntreader is a quarterly 56 page perfect bound literary publicaton with an international readership which gives the opportunity to let the imagination run free.
The Dawntreader specialises in myth, legend; in the landscape, nature; spirituality and love; the mystic, the environment.
It fulfils a niche in the market, welcoming poetry, prose, articles and local legends.
The Dawntreader, like its sister publications Reach Poetry and Sarasvati receives no outside funding and relies totally on reader subscriptions. We believe that small press magazines provide a lifeblood for so many, and it is rewarding to receive comments such as these:
Egypt, rainbows, Arthur, Stonehenge, the Styx, the Olympians, clouds, Cornwall, Milkwood ... it's all there. Caroline Gill
The Dawntreader offers a coherent collection of poetry themed on the environment, legend and spiritual. The writing quality is consistently high. Prose and short stories are also featured producing an interesting whole. A very good read. Tina Negus
The Dawntreader is a very worthy successor to the late Moonstone and I would highly recommend it to lovers of all things magical, mystical, mythical, spiritual, terrestrial and extraterrestrial. It’s an entrancing read. Denise Margaret Hargrave
I recommend The Dawntreader, it's poetry for the soul...Eileen Carney Hulme
Submissions welcome and you can subscribe to The Dawntreader by sending a Cheque or Postal Order for just £4.00 per issue U.K. (post and packaging included)made payable to IDP and sent to:
Indigo Dreams
132 Hinckley Road
Stoney Stanton
Leics
UK
LE9 4LN
I knew when I threw it
that this one was different
as it whisked through the autumn river,
so many skims that I lost count.
And I thought that I had made
a mental note of its weight, its size,
the way I held its smoothness in my hand.
I could never do it again
and I wanted that stone back to start over
but it sank, found its depth
and nestled there among the years.
Autumn – Dawn Hogarth-Burton
The harvest is in
Wounded wastes of stubble
Bleed poppies at their edges
The hedges are hung with
Blue-black sloes
Arched tree boughs
Visibly groan
Autumn moths purr through
Heavy air, fall
Like stones into foliage
Bats swoop. An owl calls
The red disk of sun
Sinks slowly out of sight and
The intermittent thud of apples
Paces the Autumn night.
If we could live our lives for best
We’d let our sun, a sluggard, rest
And gently turn our lives from speed
And find in nature all we need,
For what’s the point of mighty act
Or counting minutes so exact
When we could measure precious things
Like honeycombs and swallow’s wings?
Such cleverness that man deploys
To keep himself from simple joys:
To choose the life of treadmill rat
I cannot say I follow that.
To laze upon the meadow grass
And let the empty moments pass,
To lie with mayflower by its stream
And idle banks of wind and beam,
To breeze with hoverflies in flight
And gasp at lace-wings with delight,
To roll with beetle to its grub
And whirl with twirling, curling bug:
It’s where I’ll find my happiness
And endless peace and thankfulness,
To choose a life that sings the sun
I’d soonest sit and seldom run.
Autumn has funnelled Summer
into shivers.
Its vapours rise up, crowd
into black, animal-shaped
storm-heads:
Lions swollen with roars
leap through cracks of thunder;
pounce
on rain-needled dark,
flickering with flashes.
Storm-startled, I cower
in the moor’s
wind-rumoured howlings.
Whipped with seething bracken,
I plunder deep valleys
for salvation: expectations
falter in crackling air,
and my nemesis
advances in a crowd
of deceptive, ancient Gods.
Oceans of Aum
A stillness
New realms
Yellow gold leaves
Just falling
Waking up
To the stillness
Withous noise
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