Heyshott Harvest
Three gold headed children bent in prayer, sun through the west window on the copper ear of barley, marking Cobden’s…
The Last Connection
The way I came, to get my next connection meant me hoofing it through central Glasgow on a night the…
The Jerusalem Envelope (2)
encircled by, not the star called the snake-tamer, but by silwanic pools, by Reuven Rivlin and Jeremiah, trapped in Anathoth…
Castillo Olite
Some English show a pride in family who volunteered to join Spain´s Civil War, seeing it as an anti-fascist…
Quick as a Moth
Quick as a moth, rises the bird in the air, all rush of wings and glancing of sun from…
Train to Penrith
There’s a lot of England left Whatever glum people say – Acres and acres of it – but dull…
Self-Portrait as Eve
I never use a peeler. I prefer the sweet frisson of a paring knife chasing my thumb around an…
Return to Work
You: perched in an ivory pulpit, a shrew in wire-rimmed glasses. Me: bound to an office chair, a spaniel…
Tiger Head Sonnets
XVIII My grandfather searches for flints, for bulb fractures, for shatter marks. A kestrel is rising like smoke over tumuli.…
Through it by Ila Colley
This is not throwing plates, how you ask me. Too late for that. This is a whisper dissection. This is…
The First Time They Lowered The Flags by Peter Ainsworth
The first time they lowered the flags The President bowed his head. The next time they placed flowers To mourn…
To the Man
I was a songbird, one of the kind whose name I do not know, plain of plumage but with…
Basra 1958
Three of them boarded the bus rifles pointed aggressively bayonets fixed and furious glinting brightly in the stippled morning…
Mitad del Mundo
The poem is in the form of a letter sent from Ecuador to a loved one, far away. Mitad…
Godhuli (Cowdust)
Beyond the bend there were buffaloes, Cows and a single boy perched, Half-naked, on the back of a buffalo.…
Rain When it Falls on Bracken by Fiona Sampson
Rain when it falls on bracken silkily is like a sea of sounds and you are deep among them…
Disembodied
1. My body carved from abandoned bricks of a ruined temple, ————————————-from minaret-shards of an old mosque, from slate-remnants of…
Nyasi – Grass
After monsoon rains When wind shivers Grass taller than my head undulates like snakes Waves invitingly to travellers To…
Internet Poetry by Paul Gittins
In the seventh of his twelve lectures as Oxford Professor of Poetry, the late Geoffrey Hill took issue with the…
Faber Reading: An Evening with Emily Berry, Emma Jones, Zaffar Kunial, Daljit Nagra, Richard Scott
The Crypt on the Green in Clerkenwell Close was beautifully lit with fairy lights, and the low chatter of poetry…
An interview with Fiona Sampson
Fiona Sampson MBE is a poet and writer, published in thirty-seven languages, who has received international prizes in the US,…