Today’s choice

Previous poems

Elizabeth Barton

by | Mar 16, 2026 | ,

 

 

 

On Diamond Hill

I didn’t
think of you once
as I climbed

past stunted willows
straggles of gorse
there was

no burning bush
but when
light poured through

each stone step
glittered
and I heard

crystals of song
spilling
from pipits’ throats

it wasn’t
until I got back
that I sensed

I’d met you
half-way up
where the ghost grass

quivered
and I recognised
your voice

in the chanting
of wind
on the moor

and my tears
welled up
like bog water

 

 

Elizabeth Barton is Stanza rep for Mole Valley Poets and facilitate creative writing workshops, such as a forthcoming one entitled, Portals into the Psyche: how fairy tales can enrich our writing. Her debut poetry pamphlet, If Grief were a Bird, was published in 2022 by Agenda Editions. Glimpses of Wilderness, a collaborative book of tanka poetry, art and natural history, was launched just before Christmas.

William Collins

by | Jun 25, 2025 | ,

We carry the shame of Paragraph 352D
folded into suitcases at foreign borders,
where love is questioned like a crime,
and disbelief stamped heavier than visas.
They tell us to run for our lives —
but only if we can do it quietly.

Oz Hardwick

by | Jun 24, 2025 | ,

The ghost of my mother knows the names of everything, but
she can’t tell me, because ghosts, whatever you have heard
to the contrary, can’t speak.

Warren Mortimer

by | Jun 22, 2025 | ,

& you’ll understand if i leave open this theatre of air
not as the invite for another loss
but to honour their world unwilling to collapse

Jena Woodhouse

by | Jun 21, 2025 | ,

Language reinvents itself,
coruscates in signs on walls;
falls silent, mute as clay and stone
on tablets that enshrine its form.