Category: Verse

A platinum jubilee contribution from the Not Poet Laureate, in which Miss Lebon contemplates the loss of two saltires, leaving St George alone

Ms Lebon’s “j’accuse” targets the Members Honorable who are too busy looking after their own interests to consider ours.

Miss Lebon offers us verses contemplating the refugee boats landing on the Dover shore and the many gifts their occupants bring with them.

Walking in the street I heard dancing music ahead. This enterprise from Spain sneaked across the Channel to cheer up Kent with gypsy tunes.

We present two poems, plus reference to one published earlier to celebrate the big poetry weekend, in the wake of National Poetry Day

Out of sight, out of mind. The Invisible workers who clean our offices, slaughter our cattle, make our sandwiches. Poetry Week.