“Another drop in this week before Christmas” is a companion piece to “Without realising it the postman leaves a poem.” — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012
Today’s piece from the archive is “Without realising it, the postman left a poem.” It was a great delight last year when I composed this poem from the postman’s pre-Christmas visits. This year eight cards have made their way through the door, but I am still waiting for a verse. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuillContinue reading “The postman leaves a poem”
I must be one of the last humans who still writes letters and postcards. From the archive, a poem about completing a letter while standing on the pavement next to a local postbox. This poem is included in my book, Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.
Something for you – heads the blue card This something is it a poem? a sonnet, a verse, an enveloped ode? Your item is a parcel. It could not be delivered. No-one was at home on this date 14. Dec at this time 1pm for the verse? No the itemContinue reading “Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem”