My unruly hands are coiled around another’s
Hands
My unruly hands are coiled around another’s
by Manjit Sahota
My flag is my mother’s tongue,
although she’s not here to see.
My flag is not here to keep you out —
my flag is here to set you free!
Mary Shelly's creature meets a modern day monster
Poetry in the Age of Monsters hosted by Poets Against Racism The Malt Cross Nottingham 16th Nov 2025.
My Flag by Roger Huddle
It’s not the one flown from the stern of a slave ship....