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Welcome to The Friday Poem Archive. During 2021 – 2024 we published original poems, reviews of poetry collections & pamphlets, and features about poetry, here on this site. There are more than 700 posts for you to browse – this page displays a random selection, refresh the page for more, or you can use the Search function or do an Archive search, both top right, if you know what you’re looking for. Now The Friday Poem posts on Substack – come and take a look. You can subscribe, also top right, or via our Substack – if you do, you’ll get a post in your inbox on most Friday mornings ready for you to enjoy with your mid-morning beverage. Keep on poeting, poets!

A wooden sculpture hung on an old blue wooden plank door. The brown, roughly heart shaped and has a light blue circle in the centre crossed with what look like laces.
A collage showing a robin, some soldiers playing football, a Christmas tree, a goose, a running policeman, a pudding and curiously a copy of 'The Joy of Sex'
Silhouette of a woman's face looking to the right of the image, her features are obscured be autumnal trees superimposed on the silhouette
Abstract image showing a black circle on a white background containing blue, orange and red splodges. Some spill over the page outside the circle. Landsick? Maybe.
Found by a man who was walking his dog
What looks like an old, hand-drawn parchment map. There are lots of words written – 'Iwerddon' and 'Byzantium' are two of them.
Monochrome photograph showing the silhouette of a woman standing on a small rock in the sea.
Photograph of Helen Evans. She has short grey hair and is clasping her hands and leaning to her left.
Lorna with short gray hair, she is wearing glasses.
Avid alt text readers will notice that sometimes I am at a loss to pull meaning from a bewildering array of abstract book covers, this one is more figurative in nature, though not entirely clear. It appears to be painting of a crystal fruit bowl with what looks like an explosion of silhouetted grapes ... or cherries ... fruit anyway ... or maybe berries.
A dusk sky, lanterns are strung across the image, its all a bit blurred.
Jamón Ibérico

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