The Friday Poem

A poem every Friday

Martyn Crucefix

Martyn Crucefix looking at the camera. He has short brownish hair and a blue check shirt.

We are always saying goodbye

Castaway Martyn Crucefix chooses poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Edward Thomas and Rainer Maria Rilke to take to his desert island
Black text on white reads ‘Ping by Martyn Crucefix’ with a Friday Poem yellow blob over the word ‘Ping’.

Ping

by Martyn Crucefix — I will talk of course / but mostly I listen / and at lunchtime / snowflakes crashing down // onto London tarmac / though you’d hardly / call this snow / perhaps even sleet // yet something more / fleecy than hailstones / is making