Here is a poem swimming up from the deep, having slumbered forgotten for some time in the files.  Buried Treasure indeed.  Our poet Fiona Clark reminds us that the Greek hippokampus means “horse sea monster”.  Johan Creten is a Flemish sculptor.  Day 651 of the daily poems. Three views of a seahorseAfter a sculpture by… Continue reading

Day 650 of the daily poems, and no sooner have the words “our new theme is Buried Treasure” been uttered than our poet Lynn White delivers the goods … Buried Treasure It was full of old glass bottles,vases, broken plates and jugsall remnants from long ago,an old village landfill full of rubbishnow part of my… Continue reading

Here we are in mid-September, on Day 649 of the daily poems, and the theme of Music has just about run its course. Our poet Derek Adams puts it to bed … Closing notes If onlyI’d had the piano tunedbefore locking it,he thought, strugglingto find the right key. Derek AdamsFirst published in Read The Music, 2003 Continue reading

A bravura visualisation of jazz in a town park, by our poet Judith Wolton – a worthy prize-winner in the Wivenhoe Poetry Prize Competition 2008.  Music of the future, and music of the past (Miles).  How time does fly.  And it’s Day 648 of the daily poems. Jazz in a town park Observe the marks… Continue reading

Day 647 of the daily poems and the Music theme continues but will soon come to an end.  Our translator poet Timothy Adès brings us Lorca’s poignant epitaph for Spanish composer Isaac Albéniz (1860-1909) Epitaph for Isaac Albéniz F. García Lorca: translation by Timothy Adès  This stone we witness standing tall  on grass of death and dismal clay  guards… Continue reading