2 poems by Adam Warne

The Devil and


my heart is cracked, poor walnut

putting some spell upon

copper leaf, red berry

footsteps through the

crinkled fields all

frost around the

strange creaks heard

only under my feet

tip of my tongue





in the clammy who’s been

sleeping in my summer skin

what a time to

baked well to a wisp of gold

bad boys slipping

pike in the tea water pond

freckles on my nose

like pennies on a frog

skinny river mumbles

on the slope’s road

a car glints


  • Adam Warne is a research student at the University of Roehampton and a graduate of the Creative Writing MA at the University of East Anglia. His poems have been published in various places including Morning Star, And Other Poems, HVTN, Antiphon, The Rialto, and Lighthouse.


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