Tuesday, 30 June 2026

Penelope Keith – June 29th 2026

Some roles are cast to chart the fall
of the English; pitched somewhere
between hunt ball and sweet suburbia,
starch and tiaras and Fortnum hampers,
and oh, how we fell for it, and still do.

Michael Byrne – d. June 20th 2026

Drink to leading men if you must;
I will hang around the stage door
for the slender men in overcoats,
divested of the uniform of dreams -
mournful spy, owlish Nazi, rascal.
So many entrances, and then gone. 

Teddie Beverley – d. June 17th 2026

Lord help the mister
who remembers you
from those glimpses of
green fields and song,
who fell so heavily for
such homespun glamour,
the same in rain and sun. 

Roger Cook – d. June 13th 2026

A rumpled poem doorstepped me
at 6am. It dogged me from my car
into my portakabin, brandishing a
microphone like a stiletto, shouting
Why are you conning your readers?
Are you a crook? Are you a poet? 

Roy Hattersley – d. June 13th 2026

To have principles is to believe
that there is strength in doubt,
that no single way is ever pure,
that people are rarely deceived
by promises of gold, or a cure.
Speak softly; let the weak shout.

  

David Hockney – d. June 11th 2026

Maybe this is the art I seek:
a simple canvas, clean lines
and summer clothes,
colours mixed from joy,
the best of my days
deep as a swimming pool
from which I never resurface.

Read about David Hockney here

Marjane Satrapi – d. June 4th 2026

I have mislaid the eyes I wore
when I was ten; eyes that
would widen at the sight
of death and revolution,
that would fill at the sight
of another person’s pain.
Let me read, and see again.

Anthony Head – d. June 1st 2026

How exciting life was back then;
grand passions over dull coffee,
the turn of a spoon like the turn
of a card. Act out this charade,
this advert for love; no bitterness,
everything sweet and sugary.

Sonny Rollins – d. May 25th 2026

Every day’s a great day in Harlem,
but not today; the brownstones
are blue and cool kids improvise
solos from fragments of madness.
The Colossuem is full of noises,
but the Colossus has fallen.

Judith Chalmers – d. May 21st 2026

I saw a ghost by the pool today,
like an exotic distant aunt, Chanel
sunglasses and sarong, tan lines
and blow wave, leafing through
Condé Nast, wishing she was here.
 

Terry Hutt, ‘Union Jack Man’ – d. May 10th 2026

Beware the royal walkabout;
the Union-Jacked of all trades,
stags in crusader tattoos and
scoundrels in ermine who would
steal your place in the queue,
your clothes, even your flag.

Michael Keating – d. April 26th 2026

Hail to the thief, master
of a craven art, surviving
on cowardice and repartee,
too afraid to play the hero,
too smart to play the fool.
No lock you cannot pick,
no plot you cannot unlock.