Day 767 of the Daily Poems, a January morning in 2025, and we are all another year older; but for our poet Alwyn Marriage one of these mornings will be a birthday morning. And it is also the birthday (9th January) of Kate, Princess of Wales, whom we salute. Birthday morning So here I am,… Continue reading

Day 766 of the Daily Poems, and it is a January morning.  Our poet Roger Elkin has his breath taken away by its sheer madness, its wealth. January morning is all magpie. Ribbons of snow in fields, beneath hedgerows,lagging in furrows and hollows;streamers of grit-stone walls spilling downhilland beyond over the moors;a pale duck-egg sky,… Continue reading

The German poet Joachim Ringelnatz (1883-1934) was something of a humorist, and in this jingly little poem about New Year’s Eve, our translator poet Timothy Adès captures that sense of the ridiculous.  Day 765 of the Daily Poems. Sylvester (New Year’s Eve)Joachim RingelnatzTranslated from German by Timothy Adès Although New Year is imminent,All trace of it… Continue reading

Our poet today, Colin Hopkirk, sees that once there was a house.  It could have been in Palestine.   Or in Israel.  There was a family – where are they now in this new year of continuing war?  It is Day 764 of the Daily Poems. There was a house with a little landan outbuilding… Continue reading

In this new month of a new year, Russia’s criminal assault on Ukraine rumbles on.  Our poet Aoife McClellan sees poor Mad Nastasiya, dancing among the ashes of the dead.  It is Day 763 of the Daily Poems.  The Russian invasion of Ukraine has now lasted 1,046 days. Nastasiya’s song They call me Mad Nastasiya,… Continue reading