Classic poem of the day
After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
Member poem of the day
In the frosted dark of Market Square,
hours before Supermac’s opens,
the camel-backed Magi spark to life.
Stealthy council workers drape streets
with pearls of light, flashing Santas, sleighs;
star of Bethlehem crowning a twelve foot tree.
Beneath the Chemist’s neon crucifix
a hooded commuter sways,
cradling a polystyrene cup.
Gazing at the electronic display,
he offers up a silent prayer
that ‘Delayed&...
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