Day 753 of the Daily Poems, and our poet Fiona Clark has in mind the elusive portals of childhood. Lost portals In childhood, portals were always elusive:inside the wardrobe, the back remained tantalisingly, woodenly unyielding to small fingers eager to scrabble their way through to a hidden universe,of snowy branches and a lantern’s glimmer,where to be once a king… Continue reading

Christmas greetings to you all!  Today your Editor decides to reprise a poem which admittedly has appeared before on this website, but it is still apposite for Christmas Day, despite our warming climate.  It is Day 752 of the Daily Poems. A fable of Christmas Past, Christmas Present The wintry day was closing fastand through… Continue reading

Day 751 of the Daily Poems.  Our poet Sue Wallace-Shaddad turns to the sand dunes in Saint-Jacut where a woman lies reading her portal to the unknown. Lost in the dunes After Woman Reading in the Reeds, Saint-Jacutby Edouard Vuillard (1868-1940) The sand is warm, a cradle.It offers up its golden particlesas a place to… Continue reading

Day 750 of the Daily Poems.  That’s a goodly number.  And our poet today, Janice Dempsey, is in love with empty spaces that can nourish new thoughts and ideas … I’m in love with empty spaces gaps and holes and small hiatuses,virgin canvas, clean white pagesframes and arches holding landscapes,windows, doors and buttressed bridges. I… Continue reading

Day 749 of the Daily Poems.  Your Editor finds both a way in and a way out at the entrance to the woods. The way into the woods the world changed    at the entrance to the woods a fleeting sun challenged the darkof the wet leaves underfoot    they shone    with a glaze of… Continue reading