Today’s choice
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Gary Day
The Work of Hands
And once the father frowned
As the boy struggled to fasten
The drawbridge on his fort.
‘He’ll never be any good
With his hands’ he declared,
As if the boy wasn’t there.
And once he beat the boy
For palming a Dinky toy
His mother refused to buy.
She prised it from his shell
Like fist, saying he’d made
Someone called Jesus very sad.
And once the father crafted
A fancy hat; a bowler turned
Octopus, brim sawn off,
Eyes painted on the crown,
And a cut-up hose for tentacles.
The boy marvelled at the wonders
Conjured by his father’s hands
While he, now grown, could only
Point to passing things and ponder
How the work of days and hands are many,
Love pouring through them and from them,
In ways a lifetime cannot fathom.
Gary Day is retired lecturer. He is the co-editor of two volumes on Modern British Poetry and his work has appeared in several magazines including Acumen and Beyond Words. His poem Against Daffodils was short-listed in the 2024 Vole Poetry Competition.
Rebecca Gethin
This morning
the room is bright with snowlight
and everything seems illuminated differently.
Lorraine Carey
Every Sunday he insists on beef
from Boggs’s butchers, a forty minute drive
away.
Gabriel Moreno
It’s hard to say what he did, my father.
His shoulders portaged crates,
he captained boats in the night,
chocolate eggs would appear
which smelt of ChefChaouen.
Henry Wilkinson
I rolled an orange across daybreak;
I waited for the moon to ripen.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, we bring you KB Ballentine, J.S. Watts and Terry Dyson
as wind whispers your name.
Summer’s breaking down and a starker calling comes –
leaves saturated with sunset before surrendering.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, we bring you Helen Laycock, Ruth Aylett and Debbie Strange
we will meet again
on the other side
On the tenth day of Christmas, we bring you Jenny McRobert, Angela Topping and Maria C. McCarthy
The tree makes its way into the garden
looms at the window, a disconsolate ghost
On the ninth day of Christmas, we bring you Caroline Smith, Bec Mackenzie and David Keyworth
After the lunch he gets his folder
of Christmas games.
On the eighth day of Christmas, we bring you Em Gray, Abigail Ottley and Emma Simon
And now you’re half a spin of the world away,
somewhere I’ve never been, like Narnia . . .