Poem of the day

Bluelookout Mountain

by Les Murray

Bluelookout is a tractor climb

to where you see the South Pacific.

The animals who stay

up there don’t know to see it.


Bluelookout is the colours and smooth

texture of forest pigeons

though it’s ‘dirty’ in some folds

with scrub the old ones would have burnt.


Grasses of exotic green

radiate down its ridge lines

just how snow would lie


and the owner’s house snuggles

in close, not for shelter

but out of all the view.


10 December

'I think I could turn & live with animals', from Song of myself

by Paul Peter Piech

9 December

Sharks in Sharp Suits

by Oren Hodge

8 December

Artificial Supernova

by Becca Fang

7 December

Empty Glass

by Sara Bailey

6 December

God's Grandeur

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.


And for all this, nature is never spent;

    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.


5 December


by John Mole