Our poet Colin Hopkirk muses “Are prayers portals? It’s a stretch, maybe.”  But a prayer wheel might be a portal.  Nice to think of Colin trekking round Ladakh, honouring prayer flags and turning prayer wheels, blessing the countryside and releasing mantras into the heavens; however: “I bought a book in my local Oxfam bookshop recently,… Continue reading

Our poet Jenna Plewes encounters a five-barred gate, solid oak – the perfect portal, made to last a lifetime.  And it is Day 732 of the Daily Poems. Between the bars                                                 … Continue reading

When our poet Simon Haines was a child, his bedroom door, left slightly ajar, was his portal to a safe world.  It is Day 731 of the Daily Poems. Just a crack As a child, going to bed could be an ordealonce Mum and Dad were downstairs.They’d read me a story and kissed me goodnightbefore… Continue reading

On Day 730 of the Daily Poems our poet Anthony Watts finds a portal in the countryside at a certain point on a railway line. Anything might be possible. Portal Where the old railway cuttingbecomes the old railway embankment – where the trackand the fields each side of the track are, for a short distance, all… Continue reading

The portal on Day 729 of the Daily Poems is an entrance.  Our poet Jane Monach walks towards sunshine-dazzle … at the entrance  I hear chanting from the choir      altos, tenors, cadences of psalms praise rising in shafts of colour       from stained-glass saints, orange, yellow, red  memory of comfort, wrapped in… Continue reading