Poem of the Month
A new poem will be placed here each month, usually from one of my published collections.
My poem for May 2020 was published in March in The Spectator
…even though nothing truly merits the love of any soul, if, out of sentiment, we must give it, I might just as well lavish it on the smallness of an inkwell as on the grand indifference of the stars.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Sunk in its socket on the grubby desk
the inkwell with its egg-white gloss
in our Sixties classroom (already obsolete).
I am worshipper of small things:
le petit bonheur; a fallen apple moist in grass,
its skin unblemished by the drop;
sepia spots on the endpaper of a favourite book;
the angle of your black beret as I straighten it
like a parent, anxious at the school gates.