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The Friday Poem

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The Friday Poem

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 Portrait of my Father in the Public Bar of the Royal Arms by David Lukens' in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob right in the centre (like a yellow snooker ball, perhaps, which would be appropriate).
Waiting with Leszek
Photobombing Dad’s moment
Part of the cover of the first edition of 'The Hunting of the Snark'. It shows a bearded fellow sitting halfway up a mast ringing a bell. It's a bit windy.
photo of Katrina Naomi in a green fifties dress and with a yellow flower in her hair
Crowned
The outline of a shark in almost fluorescent green on a beige background
Black and white image showing agricultural machinery on a large field with a dark brooding sky, the image has been rotated 90 degrees.
Snowday
Folio
Portion of a book cover showing an abstract image (I know , another one, but this one is quite good). The background is horizontal thick blue and red wavy lines. On top of this are some flat yellow graphics representing wooden signposts.
Part of a painting of an Old Testament scene where white-bearded patriarch Methuselah has instructed Noah to open a prophetic scroll which foretells the flood sent by God. Circling ravens add to the sense of foreboding, while antediluvian revellers continue their dancing in the middle distance, oblivious of the devastation to come.

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