It was a summer morning, old Gordon’s work was done, and he before his cottage door was sitting in the sun.  On Day 535 of the daily poems our poet Gordon Hoyles notices the agitation of butterflies … Sketch of the day Enjoying morning coffee alfrescoI noticeagitated butterflieswith all wing profileslike Vulcan Bombers. Entities equally… Continue reading

High summer.  Corn ripening in the fields.  Birds flying overhead.  Our poet Colin Hopkirk paints the scene, on Day 534 of the daily poems … Feldklavier at the edge of the fieldwhere the boy was shotby a crazy old farmerboth barrels it’s saidfor stealing sweetcorn a wooden shrinelacquered blackwith a pitched roofflower holderfilled with wildflowers… Continue reading

A chance encounter.  Summer courtship.  Such music.  So it goes.  Our poet Dominic James recalls a First Night in Arundel.  Day 533 of the daily poems. First Nights Under stars and beady satellites,in easy reach of coastal path,my girl and me, Day One. Sussex cloud machine on knapweed,Devon cows. First Night in Arundelfor Don Giovanni’s… Continue reading

Day 532 of the daily poems; today it is either late Spring or early Summer, but whichever it is, our poet Colin Pink observes a dancing fox in the garden, who may be considering courtship with a sexy vixen … Urban fox He Foxtrots through the garden; his extravagantbrush a virile Fandango. Is he looking… Continue reading

It was another summer.  Our poet Colin Hopkirk wrote  “Off to Harlech today. Inspiring place, Wales. Place of sea and song.”  And indeed place of temperate rainforests. Here is his beautiful vision … The temperate rainforest Early morningwater vapour rises The forest cloaks the hillcloaks the hill entire save a few slatesthe village in the trees In… Continue reading