Today’s choice
Previous poems
Gill Horitz
Cyclamen
I woke to workers with blades
along the verge, yellow-jacketed
to signify contracted rights
to hack and scythe died-back
bracken and living saplings
to a brown shrivel.
What a story to be part of,
forlorn in the telling
of nature diminished
by men being masterful.
But remember their look
before the blades,
petals of quiet white
circle a deeper plot.
On the Eighth Day of Christmas we bring you D.A. Prince, Frances Boyle, Maggie Mackay
‘Redbreast’
‘Advent’
‘Ambulant’
On the Seventh Day of Christmas we bring you Pam Thompson, Mary Mulholland, Oliver Comins
‘Advice To One Who Is Single’
‘Mother Bear’
‘Yuletide Snapshot’
On the Sixth Day of Christmas we bring you Alison Binney, Kathy Pimlot, Elaine Westnott-O’Brien
‘Muscle Memory’
‘And then that first Christmas’
‘Month’s Mind’
On the Fifth Day of Christmas we bring you Helen Grant, Lydia Kennaway, Kath Mckay
‘Nest of Christmas’
‘Twelve Days’
‘Possibility of violence’
On the Fourth Day of Christmas we bring you Rob Walton, Abigail Ottley, Ian Parks
‘It’s the most’
‘Home Fires’
‘Christmas in Mexborough’
On the Third Day of Christmas we bring you Anne Symons, Lydia Macpherson, Sue Butler
‘Time of year’
‘The Winter Outing of the Woolhope Naturalists Field Club, December 1870’
‘A woman becomes a Goddess’
On the Second Day of Christmas we bring you Julie Maclean, Gill Connors, Ankit Raj Ojha
‘A Post-Colonial Cool Yule to y’All’
‘Little Town’
‘The Boy Next Door’
On the First Day of Christmas we bring you Sarah Davies, Sophia Argyris , Iris Anne Lewis
‘Not my partridge not my pear tree’
‘BROKE(N)’
‘The World Tilts’
Aoife Mclellan
Charcoal darkness shades late afternoon,
at the narrow edges of a chalk white snowfall.
Beams slide from our single lamp through the pane
onto soft-heaped mounds and frozen branches,