Poem of the day


by Apollinaire

Work leads to wealth and getting.

Let us poor poets also try:

A caterpillar by fretting, fretting,

Becomes the rich butterfly.

8 March

If I Were A Rose

by Sabrina Mahfouz


Image Credit: 
Southbank Centre Poetry Library.Royal Festival Hall.Library, rare books, visitors
7 March

Chalk Orchid

by Iain Sinclair

sheep helmet: the tow-

headed dancer

            lumbering milk

in drowsy chill

            of easter fields

empty skies


travelling south-west

along the Mysteries

ahead of groundfrost


in these unspoken places

6 March

Her Joy is Wild

by Wole Soyinka

5 March

The Forest

by Paul Peter Piech

3 March


by Simon Armitage

   It begins as a house, an end terrace

in this case

   but it will not stop there. Soon it is

an avenue

   which cambers arrogantly past the Mechanics’ Institute,

turns left

   at the main road without even looking

and quickly it is

   a town with all four major clearing banks,

a daily paper

   and a football team pushing for promotion.


   On it goes, oblivious to the Planning Acts,

the green belts

   and before we know it it is out of our hands:

city, nation,

   hemisphere, universe, hammering out in all directions

until suddenly,

   mercifully, it is drawn aside through the eye

of a black hole

   and bulleted into a neighbouring galaxy, emerging

smaller and smoother

   than a billiard ball but weighing more than Saturn.


   People stop me in the street, badger me

in the check-out queue

   and ask ‘What is this, this that is so small

and so very smooth

   but whose mass is greater than the ringed planet?’

It’s just words

   I assure them. But they will not have it.

3 March

Portrait of Prometheus as a Basketball Player

by Inua Ellams

Inua Ellams

Image Credit: 
Art Valley