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A Song of Enchantment - Walter de la Mare
A song of Enchantment I sang me there,In a green—green wood, by waters fair, Just as the words came up to me I sang it under the wild wood tree. Widdershins turned I, singing it low, Watching the wild birds come and go; No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen Under the thick-thatched branches green. Twilight came: silence came: The planet of Evening’s silver flame; By darkening paths I…
Instructions on not giving up
Instructions on not giving up – Ada Limon More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees that really gets to me. When all the shock of white and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave the…
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A beautiful poem
Do You Consider Writing to be Therapeutic? by Andrew Grace After my father died I should have gone to therapy. I tried instead to solve my grief with alcohol and poems. Now I am almost 40 and all I can tell you about grief is that when I found my father on the floor of the machine shed the radio was on and wind pushed against corrugated metal. Of course I still hear it. I should have…
My favourite poem in tribute and love to Torcross at this sad time 🩵
‘Postscript’ by Seamus Heaney And some time make the time to drive out westInto County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,In September or October, when the windAnd the light are working off each otherSo that the ocean on one side is wildWith foam and glitter, and inland among stonesThe surface of a slate-grey lake is litBy the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,Their feathers roughed and ruffling,…
This Poem by Elma Mitchell (1919-2000)
This Poem This Poem This poem is dangerous: It should not be left within the reach of children, or even adults who might swallow it whole, with possibly Undesirable side-effects. If you come across an unattended, unidentified poem In a public place, do not attempt to tackle it Yourself. Send it (preferably in a sealed container) to the nearest centre of learning, where it will be rendered…
A poem written on New Year's Eve: The new year of changes
The new year of changes Tomorrow it begins – the new year a box that fits in the hand unopened. It lands softly. Some leave it out there – close curtains against it or watch from windows to see what happens. I’m holding it. It feels empty, light in my palm. If opened will it sing? It will open itself. Right now, here it is, a quiet box in my hand, like a small bird that rests In readiness for…
Wendy Pratt
Self-Portrait as Bronze Age Burial MoundThe hearth is my heart. I amrooms of darkness and forgotten light.My language is the mid-winter sun.Whale-backed. Face-down.Burrowed into by rabbits.Burrowed into by rats.Ashes and teeth are my language. I carry the weight of responsibility.I am detailed in archaeological sketches,I appear huge on old maps, I loomon the skyline.My thoughts and secrets are…
Salena Godden - ‘My heart is a boat’
MY HEART IS A BOAT (EXTRACT) We’re outside a pub and she’s yelling, telling me to, Get back on my boat My friends say, she’s just racist,but I put down my rum and walk over and ask, Do you need a hug? I stand with open arms as wide as a map of the world,and she bursts into tears. I hold her for a while. From With Love, Grief and Fury by Salena Godden published in paperback by Canongate this…
a fond and sad goodbye
In loving memory of Brian Patten – one of his poems of hope 🧡
In loving memory of Brian Patten - one of his poems of hope 🧡
The Stolen Orange – Brian Patten When I left I stole an orangeI kept it in my pocketIt felt like a warm planet Everywhere I went smelt of orangesWhenever I got into an awkward situationI’d take out the orange and smell it And immediately on even dead branches I sawThe lovely and fierce orange blossomThat smells so much of joy When I went out I stole an orangeIt was a safeguard against…
loving this poem Hanging out the washing by Chris Kinsey 🤍
Chris Kinsey – “Hanging out the washing”
Seamus Heaney - Glanmore Sonnets, VII
Glanmore Sonnets, VII Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea:Green, swift upsurges, North Atlantic fluxConjured by that strong gale-warning voiceCollapse into a sibilant penumbra.Midnight and closedown. Sirens of the tundra,Of eel-road, seal-road, keel-road, whale-road, raiseTheir wind-compounded keen behind the baizeAnd drive the trawlers to the lee of Wicklow.L’Étoile, Le Guillemot, La Belle…
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Prayer - Carol Ann Duffy
Prayer Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayerutters itself. So, a woman will lifther head from the sieve of her hands and stareat the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truthenters our hearts, that small familiar pain;then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youthin the distant Latin chanting of a train. Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano…
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Snow - Jenny Hamlett
Snow This morning an icicle hung from the overflow pipe glass-white, but dripping in the winter sun. We have seen this before and nothing has come of it except rain that darkens our homes, penetrates our thoughts. Drooping from room to room we ignore boots and anoraks, scarves, hats and gloves for it is only to step out from a dry darkness into a wet one. This morning an icicle hung…
Happy New Year to you all!
With this poem from my new book Just Watch Me Fly I wish you all a very happy new year full of peace 💙 (book available from [email protected] £6 plus p&p)
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introducing a new book of poems from Rose Cook - Just Watch Me Fly
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Rose Cook new book Just Watch Me Fly
Just Watch Me Fly is about life through the arc of a year, withglimpses of nature – its seasons, blossoming trees and birds, theirflight, ours. Family life, looking back and forward,our struggles, our freedoms. War, death, birth, a birthday. Flight soars through Rose Cook’s poems. Haiku-light in their language,they don’t hide the gravitas of their content, but display it as free of wordyweight…
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