Poem of the Month – November 2025 – Geoff Aitken

The Poem of the Month for November 2025, selected by 2025 Anthology editors Val Braendler and Ben Adams, is gratis is not a liveable wage by Geoff Aitken. The commended poems are 15 seconds by Mandy McPeakeYellow Moon by Maxine Platt and Semaphore 2025 by Mike Ladd (Mike’s poem is already accepted for publication elsewhere).


gratis is not a liveable wage
Geoff Aitken

he was unable to discuss
additional conditions
over the phone.

did say
caterers would be paid

so too the emcee.

the equipment
leased

and the premises
hired

while he as organiser
warranted a token fee.

my reputation
of course, acknowledged

and writing promoted,
if i agreed to terms.

finally he reminded me of his inability
to discuss approaches made to others.

at this point my enragement confirmed
i never work for free


15 seconds
Mandy McPeake

A thud imprints against the window
portent of life’s end.
The dove lies supine on hard ground
no blood, no broken wing.
Her downy head stirs.
Why do I assume it is female?
Maybe the hapless pose, eyes blank.
Shudders ripple her tiny torso
echoed through my own.
Beguiled by death I cannot look away
persuade myself of a link
a right ordained by chance
to observe another’s passing.
Her oval chest rises
keeps rising impossibly high
iridescent breast feathers lift
display themselves.
Her rose-tipped tail fan stirs,
my close-held breath exhales
a moment’s hope she may recover,
grasp life once more. But no.
Her wings unfurl an angel’s pose
one close-held final breath exhales
her breast feathers sink, lie still,
and I am alone.


Yellow Moon
Maxine Platt

Yellow moon suspended in a dark sky
Black shadows slide along the brick wall
Grey fog crawls slowly over the ocean
Brown trunks of verdant trees stand tall
White boats bob at their moorings
Red flames of fire dance with abandon
Silver clouds scuttle in the gentle breeze
Orange street lights brighten the path
Golden dunes spread for miles
Green moss slumbers upon the rock
Pink roses their fragrance floats in the air
Purple heather radiant upon the hills
Blue is the silence of tranquillity.


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