Today’s choice
Previous poems
Fran Hayden
Sunflowers
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
and somehow,
that was all I needed
to remember
that somewhere in this world
I still bloom
in someone else’s mind.
Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and writer based in Suffolk. Her work has been published in IP1 Magazine, and she has performed her poetry at several spoken-word events. Alongside poetry, Fran has written both fiction and non-fiction, appearing in The Independent, The Huffington Post, AThinSliceofAnxiety and other publications.
Andrea Small
a flower is not a heron
does not stand on one leg
spear-billed over golden carp
Usha Kishore
At dawn and dusk, my father
becomes a chant, that flies above
the courtyard of the old house
Jane Frank
The leaves are a colour you’ve never seen
but that I will learn to expect
and there’s a fracas-induced full moon
Clara Howell
The way a halved peach breathes, then rots
from the inside out.
Luigi Coppola
Out of ten bars, by the fifth, half of us had flickered
out and by this ninth one, it ended up just him
and me. A matchstick balanced on a stool, he sat
Jon Wesick
Loaded with hawks’ cries and horses’ huffs
Ennio Morricone’s score wails
Paula R. Hilton
When the genie appears, I’m in a frivolous
mood. First request? My mom’s apple pie.
Alice Huntley
slack in a bag from the freezer aisle
shaken out like shrunken grey memes
I long for the podding of beans
Rhonda Melanson
The magic of growing things, its tangible beauty, I did not understand.