The Dawntreader 
The Dawntreader is a quarterly literary publicaton which gives the opportunity to let the imagine 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, artcicles and local (to you) legends. A new publication, it has already attracted an international readership.
The Dawntreader, like its sister publication Reach, 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
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
And have a look at this review from New Hope International: Click picture below:
Submissions welcome and you can subscribe to The Dawntreader by sending a Cheque or Postal Order for just £3.50 per issue U.K. and packaging included)made payable to Indigo Dreams Press and sent to:
Indigo Dreams Press, 8 Reynolds Court, Hildersley, Ross-On-Wye, Herefordshire, HR9 7NE, UK
You may also subscribe to REACH via paypal following the links on the ORDER ITEMS page.
4 issues - £13.00 U.K.
4 issues - £16.00 Rest of World
There are a limited number of back issues which will be issued FREE OF CHARGEupon receipt of suitable SAE to enable thorough consideration.
Any comment or query can be made to the above address with sae please or email:
indigodreamspress@tiscali.co.uk
 
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Styx Ripples – Pippa McCathie
Now death is not so sharp.
In some strange way
I don’t fear it as I did.
When they left us
to take that path
so filled with fear
I thought I’d not recover,
thought the ragged edges
of my life
would never knit together,
but they did.
And now that your finger tips
have dabbled in Styx ripples,
now that you’ve dried them off
and returned to us,
it seems to me death’s closer,
more familiar,
and yet
in some strange way
I no longer fear it as I did.
We bit the apple, fell from grace
To exile.
For the human race
A bitter fruit indeed it was:
One moment’s gain – eternal loss,
For, since the fall, we never could
Discover fruit so sweet, so good
As that forbidden golden sphere
That gave delight – and knowledge dear.
But, surely, knowledge is man’s best friend
And may our aching hunger mend?
With study, patience, brush in hand,
Cross-pollinating, weaving strands
Of diverse species to attain
Perfection, our ancestor’s aim
Fell short.
For all our fallen pride,
Edenic bliss remained denied
‘Til, desperate, in one last stand
We cursed creation, mocked the hand
From which our shabby science was rent.
In ignorance, we rest content.
Smug with achievement, lords of earth,
We celebrate the mutant birth.
We slap each other’s backs and say:
‘Our Paradise? – small price to pay!
At last, we realise our dream!’
A tastleless globe of waxy green.
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