I didn't post yesterday because it was Father's Day, so it seems apt to put up a poem from a father's point of view today, from Niall Campbell's tender and personal collection, Noctuary.
Category: Poem of the Week
We Lived Happily during the War, Ilya Kaminsky
Checking Out Me History, John Agard
Flowers by Jay Bernard
750 Taken from the T. S. Eliot and Forward Prize shortlisted "Surge", "a fearlessly original exploration of the black British archive: an enquiry into the New Cross Fire of 1981... Tracing a line from New Cross to the 'towers of blood' of the Grenfell fire, this urgent collection speaks with, in and of the voices… Continue reading Flowers by Jay Bernard
Sonnet to the River Otter, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sometimes, Sheenagh Pugh
The General Prologue, Geoffrey Chaucer
Springtime showers have I love this description of springtime - alright, technically April! - for its sensuality: the sound of that word "licóur" which moves every part of the mouth; the image of being "bathed" in springtime showers, being "inspired" - literally, "breathed into" - by the gentle west wind which is itself imagined as… Continue reading The General Prologue, Geoffrey Chaucer
Goldcrest, Paul Farley
The penny drops. You’ve only ever heard the goldcrest, till you find one in a mist net and the ringers show you how to handle a bird not much bigger than a bumble bee - The penny drops. You’ve only ever heardthe goldcrest, till you find one in a mist netand the ringers show you… Continue reading Goldcrest, Paul Farley


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