Poem of the day


by Connie Bensley

21 January

The Cowboy Poet

by Eleanor Livingstone

speaks without a drawl.

He can’t lasso his verses in

        – no flick of wrist

         no quick tug at the line –

even when they stray beyond his range.

Nor does he write love poems

lonesome round the campfire

                                  late at night.


During his long hours in the saddle

inspiration never keeps him company;

and after public readings to a rowdy

saloon audience of gambling men

and good time gals, he don’t collect

                                   no spurs.


No, sir.

The cowboy poet lays it on the line

strictly for cash. He never writes free verse

but wants a large down-payment for materials;

then doesn’t show or take your calls

for weeks. When finally he swaggers in,

he squats down on one heel, pencil

in hand, writes half a haiku, words

and messed up pages strewn around.

He needs tea by the mug-full, and eats

your last Hob Nob; moseys out to take a leak

then says he’s low on couplets, but reckons

he might know where he can get some

cheap. He heads off west, into the sonnet

that is sunset, promising to be back

Friday at the latest, or next week,

to finish off the job.


20 January

Return to Paradise

by Tusiata Avia

19 January

Die goldene botschaft

by Mathias Goeritz

17 January

Poem for a Blind Daughter

by Katrina Naomi

(after Kate Clanchy)


We thought you’d like to know:


that the colour of my eyes, which is also yours,

smells of the sea, pungent 

with bladder wrack, flecked with an approaching storm,


that your father’s hair, which is also yours,

is the sound of a stone lobbed into the deepest well,

splashing, then stilled,


that you’re likely to inherit our height,

which tastes of the cool, peat-laden spring

at the furthest reaches of Loch Maree,


that the shade of your skin

is smooth as the finest sand of Ullapool,

kissed repeatedly by a loving tide,


that you live in a tall, white building,

high above the ocean,

where one day, you will own the brightest eye.


16 January

Galerie legitime

by Robert Filliou