Autumn in Bavaria, Wassily Kandinsky
Submissions are now invited for the 26th issue of Boyne Berries Magazine and the window will close on Wednesday, 31st July 2019, at midnight. Boyne Berries 26 will feature poetry and flash fiction or prose on an open theme. The magazine will be published in late September 2019.
Send up to 3 poems per poetry submission. Poems should be no more than 40 lines long. Fiction and prose submissions should be no more than 1000 words. Please use Times New Roman 12 and single spacing. Please include a short biographical note (50 words or less). Submissions should be placed in the body of the email and attached as a word document attachment.
Submit to orla.a.fay@gmail.com only.
Submissions which fail to adhere to the above criteria will be ignored.
The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
W.B. Yeats
