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Black text on white reads "Four poems by Daniel Brown" with a yellow medium sized Friday Poem blob over the middle of the image.

Four poems by Daniel Brown

Four poems by Daniel Brown We chose Daniel Brown to be our featured poet for September 2023. When we read
Black text on white reads: ‘The Wheel by Kathryn Bevis' with half a a small yellow Friday Poem blob setting over the bottom right hand edge.

The Wheel

by Kathryn Bevis — It begins like this: in January a single stitch  / slips from her needles. By Candlemas, / her paintings, shelves of knick-knacks start / to stray
Snowday

Snowday

by Ian Harker — The cars are falling with long sighs / down Monk Bridge Road, their tanks empty / and the beck grinding to a halt 
Black text on white reads: ‘The Climbing Frame by Sarah Corbett' with half a small yellow Friday Poem blob just leaving from the top right hand side.

The Climbing Frame

by Sarah Corbett — Square of hot concrete and new plimsolls / pulled on, elastic at the front, the soft/snap / over my heels & I leap up
Photobombing Dad’s moment

Photobombing Dad’s moment

by Maggie Mackay — I am playing fiddle with the Volga boatmen. / My father conducts from the riverbank. / His baton swings like a machete.
Mom cooks fish

Mom cooks fish

by Samiksha Ransom — from my nose to my chest / i feel the pangs of panic / and want to un-smell it // vile saltiness / swish of the sea
Black text on white reads: ‘Big Barn Migration by D. W. Evans' with half a small yellow Friday Poem blob visible disappearing off the top edge.

Big Barn Migration

by D.W. Evans — The bowed roof of the side-less barn / shows and tells two things easily: / firstly, red oxidised neglect runs like bloody farewells
Swimmers

Swimmers

by William Thompson — Next time you dive / into a public swimming pool / think of the taxes, / the architects, the builders, // the water gushing
Black text on white reads: 'Dog-walking in a Cemetery by Helen Kay' with a large yellow Friday Poem blob over the bottom half a bit like a setting sun.

Dog-walking in a Cemetery

by Helen Kay — The older headstones, snug in lichen / shawls, lean towards me, console. / Do they scent my old friend’s death? // The dog
Insomnia

Insomnia

by James Nixon — How did I ever fall to sleep easy as pressing the basement button / in an elevator     sinking through the floors of my mind / and coming to rest
Collateral

Collateral

by Helen Evans — And if you let go, for a while, / of whatever is damaging you, / and head for a good place // like this woodland, whose heart / was ripped out by bombs / dropped
Holy

Holy

by Serena Alagappan — Holy those colors in rain / after drought, a puddled vow, / iris damp and aching. // Holy the indigo aura / that casts doubt on a landscape’s / verity.
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