Poem of the day

Stroud café talking blues

by Dennis Gould

21 July

Tao-Yun Meets Sandy Berrigan

by Lee Harwood

A wall hung with charms -

pictures, a Welsh love-spoon, beads

“for worrys”


I live with this

the touchstones, rituals, to hold off or hold to...

Clinging to the walls?


A soft hot night, and May

now, a half moon so clear

in the dark sky


All round the globe

Like Chinese poems of dear friends’ separations,

brief meetings, then parting again


Shifts and changes

that can’t be charmed away

only soothed by this “hollow”


I remember the taste of coffee

as late at night I entered a room

where you lay sleeping


20 July

What I did on my Holidays

by Steve Waling

19 July

At the Glassblowers’ Convention the Glassblowers Meet Their Match

by Virgil Suarez

The pros have gathered around a man

who claims he eats nothing but the finest

blown glass. He prefers marbles, well-made,


swallows them like grapes, a king’s ransom,

but he can also eat any type of glass. The men

become jealous because it is one thing to make


the glass orbs, breathe life into the glass,

but another is to consume it without risk.

When the man crunches, they fall silent,


hearing the black molars grind the glass.

Everyone at this year’s convention will remember

such a man. How he will return home


to his wife and children, turn off the lights,

pick at his teeth with a toothpick-thin splinter,

belch by the moon-lit pool, and a fine dust


glitter will float out of his mouth like rain.

Some men feed from the work of others, live

well by it, live better, some men can never


understand the appeal of simple things like glass.

For the man who eats glass, this is a life-long 

hobby, a passion like any other. He simply


likes the attention, likes to show off his skill.

A lightbulb here, a chandelier’s leaf, a cup –

such hunger is next to godliness, grace, so it goes.


In such times, lacking a god, he is still happy.


18 July

The Freedom Man

by Savannah Sevenzo

National Poetry Library at Southbank Centre

Image Credit: 
Pete Woodhead
National Poetry Library at Southbank Centre