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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!

Pears Soap by Damaris West
Twenty four Quotes About Poetry: Who Said What?
A poem laid out a page in the shape of a bird. It looks old.
Abstract black lines on a grey background. Some go up in a diagonal way describing, I dunno, possibly an upside down ice cream cone. Some curve upwards like branches of an abstract tree. Kinda jazzy man.
Frozen
Return to Ithaca by Mark McDonnell in black text on white with a medium sized yellow Friday Poem blob over the word 'Ithaca'
Blurred black and white photograph of a woman walking with an umbrella.
'Derek's Thoughts on Bodies in Motion by Jonathan Humble' in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob over the top right hand side.
"How to Speak Crocodile by Christina Dunhill" in black text on white with a small yellow Friday Poem blob on the far right.
Section of what looks like a red tapestry showing a woman a unicorn and a fruit tree. the woman is sitting and the unicorn is resting its front hooves on the woman's leg. The tree remains impassive.
Black and white image showing agricultural machinery on a large field with a dark brooding sky, the image has been rotated 90 degrees.
Looking through an underpass. A house can be discerned through distant mist.

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