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

Day 646 of the daily poems.  We were cruising along on the theme of Music, when Janet became the focus, and then ancient Methuselah intruded.  We can return to Janet today with a poem that, although of scant poetic merit, at least gives Janet a namecheck.  Our poet is (was) a lovelorn young man by… Continue reading

Day 645 of the daily poems and it is your Editor’s birthday. Methuselah Methuselah is a very old man,his back is bent, his cheeks are wan,his face is creased, his hair is white,his name is down for that last spaceflight  while wife and children play the tuneshe spends his days among his runes,these are Methuselah’s… Continue reading