Today’s choice
Previous poems
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.
Moira McPartlin
Outside the Berber tent
the poet and I contemplate
the boundless Sahara sky.
Matthew James Friday
We totem our empires with the raptor,
weave into flags, fix on coins
but what of the victims?
How come no one ever glories the fish . . .
Ansuya Patel
Think what it must have been like for her
fasting from sunrise to moonrise, to wake up
three hours before dawn, bathe, apply sindoor
on the parting of her hair line . . .
Chris Beckett
Zerihun drove him over the dead-cow hills and Bob’s long hair stood up with shock at what he saw.
Angela France
Driving into low cloud everything fades
to a blur, all colour and definition leached
David Van-Cauter
Two calls this morning – flood of tears…
She cannot eat a single thing they give her.
Dan Stathers
A long way from the quags of Nova Scotia,
stowaway beneath the cherry laurel thicket,
more triffid than cabbage . . .
Sarah L Dixon’
I fall in love with Leeds Coach Station, Holts pints,
a shared fish supper from Arkwrights.
Simon Alderwick
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in the beginning,
there was light.
and light said:
let there be god.
and god meant: everything
touched by light.