Poem of the day

Le Bureau

by Robert Richardson

21 November

The Farm Terraces

by Les Murray

Beautiful merciless work

around the slopes of Earth

terraces cut by curt hoe

at the orders of hunger

or a pointing lord.

Levels eyed up to rhyme

copied from grazing animals

round the steeps of Earth,

balconies filtering water

down stage to stage of drop.

Wind-stirred colours of crop

swell between walked bunds

that recall the beast tracks,

harvests down from the top

by hands long in the earth.

Baskets of rich made soil

boosted up poor by the poor,

ladder by freestone prop

stanzas of chant-long lines

by backwrenching slog, before

money, gave food and drunk

but rip now like slatted sails

(some always did damn do)

down the abrupts of earth.

 

20 November

'Why argue about what cannot be?', from Ballad of the Outer Dark

by Paul Peter Piech

19 November

There is no housing policy

by Dennis Gould

18 November

Sitting on the fence blues

by Dennis Gould

17 November

Herbal alpha.bet

by Dennis Gould

16 November

from 'Friend'

by Susie Maguire