Poem of the day

To Althea, from Prison

by Richard Lovelace

28 October

The Cries of London

by Anonymous

27 October

Horse Chesnut IV

by Karen McCarthy Woolf

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Pete Woodhead
26 October

Riding Out

by Savannah Sevenzo

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Pete Woodhead
National Poetry Library at Southbank Centre
25 October

'Shepherds'

by Ian Hamilton Finlay

24 October

The Fire Hose

by Mark Waldron

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23 October

Wolves Are Massing on the Steppes of Kazakhstan

by Sarah Maguire

Close to home, their prints

darken the snow.

 

Come full moon,

the whole night is anguished –

 

cattle

stagger in their sheds

 

knocking the walls,

churning fodder and litter;

 

wide-eyed in lamplight

they buck and bruise.

 

Under Stalin

culls worked like clockwork –

 

wolves skinned from their pelts

were hung out to dry,

 

as cotton stretched to new horizons,

as Kazakhs ate the dust.

 

Now fences are mended

bolts shot home

 

and the shotgun propped

by the bed

 

is oiled and loaded.

But sleep, sleep is fitful

 

as the lost packs mass

on the steppes of Kazakhstan.