Today’s choice
Previous poems
Tim Dwyer
Balancing
On the pitch of the roof
a jackdaw holds a twig
longer than its wingspan—
do corvids feel pride?
Balancing the weight,
the bird shuttles
from rooftop to rooftop
to join its partner.
They fly together
beyond my view
where their spring nest
is crafted.
Tim Dwyer’s debut full collection, Accepting The Call (templarpoetry.com), has won the Straid Collection Award. His poetry has appeared in Irish, UK and international journals and anthologies. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, he lives in Bangor, Northern Ireland.
Genna Gardini
go back, small cell, atom
slit by light. It takes up
space, an ocean, a planet, a
Fran Hayden
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
Betty Doyle
Both cast out to sea, I wonder –
did your ashes ever meet?
It was under the same sun setting,
although years and miles apart.
Mark Rutter
when the people are gone
and the wooden house
has been burned down
to recover its nails
Gráinne Daly
Not for me the tomb of Irish soil.
Put me on a plane
and let me make one last journey
before my final departure.
Rebecca Cohen
If you don’t believe in God, my friend says,
why don’t you eat pork?
Rhian Thomas
On my phone a newsreel shows a car boot lifting
just above the flood. Tail lights like eyes
caught in a comic gasp, while its body, like the carriageway,
lies under sixty million litres of last night’s rain.
Sue Norton
Today I tipped the packet of coffee
into the cafetiere instead of the tin.
Caught myself in time, didn’t pour water in.
Steph Morris
Who’s idea was it? I think his, as I’d started
wearing everything from Oxfam. Among my finds
collarless shirts.