New windows for our poet Susan Wallace leave her all at sea without her small distortions, on Day 738 of the Daily Poems … Window replacement They’d aged worse than I had, framesgrown friable, sills under scabbed paintdamp and crumbling as fruit cake.But oh, the glass! Its flaws and ripplescausing passers-by to leap and jigheron-legged… Continue reading

Day 737 of the Daily Poems, and speaking of portals, our poet Anne Boileau negotiates a narrow causeway and a broken stile to reach her destination … Consolation When the lane is winding and the causeway narrowand you’re not quite sure where you ought to be,with nothing but a sack of sorrow,a broken stile and… Continue reading

Ou est le portail du jour?  Our poet today, Timothy Adès, in translating Victor Hugo (1802-1885) descries on high a yawning portal, the holy vision of sleeping Boaz, and on this Day 736 of the Daily Poems renders Hugo in true Oulipo fashion … From ‘Booz endormi’ by Victor HugoTranslated by Timothy Adès : no… Continue reading

It is Day 735 of the Daily Poems.  Our poet Norman Staines was sitting staring out through the window at a large tree which annoyingly was not totally visible from where he sat on an unmovable bench. The solution to the visual problem seemed obvious.  Call up a carpenter …  An exact view of that… Continue reading

Day 734 of the Daily Poems, and our poet Sally Warrell has memories of the sitting room door.  No chance the door could be left open.  “Were you brought up in a barn?” The sitting room door When I still lived at home, I’d be in my bedroom upstairshearing my mother slam the sitting room… Continue reading