Poem of the month

Each month the two FSP editors select a poem, from those read throughout that month, as the poem of the month. A laminated copy of the poem is awarded to the poet at the next FSP City meeting. This is peer recognition of a poem of high quality.

September Poem of the Month

September’s Poem of the Month is The Right Dog by Steve Evans. Commended poems are A Plague of Ologists by Peter J Meech and Big Red, Birdsville by Jacqui Merckenschlager. 

The Right Dog by Steve Evans

There’s craft in this, a gift,
An art to choosing
The right dog
In the pound.
My daughter can’t decide.
It’s finally the promised day but
It’s too much for her.

There’s music in them all,
Keen as they dance from paw to paw—
Except one dog that calmly raises its nose.
Who are you, my daughter asks?
That slow gaze returning says:
I am half of our future days.… Click for more

August Poem of the Month

The August Poem of the Month is lived unremarkably by Geoffrey Aitkin. Commended poems are foxnews dumbdown by rob walker and Faux Fur by David Harris.

lived unremarkably by Geoffrey Aitken

imagined precisely
authored biologically
managed medically
carried expectantly
raised exactly
schooled religiously
worshipped naively
dreamed unimaginatively
trained mechanically
loved inattentively
married prematurely
housed uniformly
reproduced expeditiously
urbanized routinely
worked tirelessly
aspired inappropriately
retired remorsefully
travelled reluctantly
aged tragically
died hypothetically
recycled metaphysically

in so many ways

foxnews dumbdown by rob walker

          freedom

                freedumb

                    freedamn

               freedim

          freedom

(Appears in gods for a new world, Rob Walker, Ginninderra Pocket Poets, 2018)

Faux Fur by David Harris

That Faux Fur stole looks good on you
so soft, so warm, so cuddly.… Click for more

July Poem of the Month

The Poem of the Month for July is Toy Boys by Elaine Barker. The Commended Poem is Not Much Left by Ivan Rehorek. The poems were selected by FSP 2018 Anthology editors Veronica Cookson and Lindy Warrell from poems read at the July Open Mic.

Toy Boys by Elaine Barker

The gnomes I chose are stop-at-homes.
This spot in my garden is the place
they gaudily claim. Though gnomes
do roam — you hear of them
disappearing months at a time.
They send cards from wherever
they’ve been, only to reappear
one morning tight-lipped, benign.

Yet no such trivial travel
would ever interest my gnomes.… Click for more

June Poem of the Month

Congratulations to Erica Jolly for her Poem of the Month for June, This Business of Learning, and to Pat Lee for her Commended Poem, I Am One.

This Business of Learning by Erica Jolly

It seems as if I have to wait till now
trying to find out how the process works.
One thing I think I know at last
is this. Probably it began unspoken
the day my father did not come home.

Was that the moment I lost it –
joy in laughter, delight, trust in love
since comfort in my childhood was gone?
Was that the day my childhood died?… Click for more

May Poem of the Month: Roger Higgins

The Poem of the Month for May is Mirror Image by Roger Higgins. The Commended Poem is Check-mate. Game! by Martin Christmas. Poems selected by Anthology Editors, Veronica Cookson and Lindy Warrell from submissions by FSP members read during May. You can read the poems below.

Mirror Image by Roger Higgins

The mirror stretches the full length of the wall
above twin sinks and a ledge cluttered
with skin creams and cosmetics.
You cannot help but see yourself
in excruciating detail from top to bottom,
by which I really mean buttocks.
Hair is thick but more grey than the brown it was
and too long for your age and demographic,
chest hair also grey and not a suitable camouflage
for dark brown barnacles and sunspots,
your heritage from a younger life
of beaches and back-yard games.… Click for more

April Poem of the Month: Louise Nicholas

Triple Trounced by Louise Nicholas
 
She left school at fourteen but when our mother’s mind
wasn’t Webster’s Dictionary, or Miss Manner’s Book
of Common Courtesy, it was a Letraset jumble of letters
that spent part of each day falling in and out with each other:

  • three-letter words beginning with ‘a’,
    seven-letter words that housed a ‘z’,
    four-letter words with no need for an ‘e’.

On rainy days, the Scrabble board emerged
and we’d no sooner placed the three-letter
Nip-and-Fluff word we’d spent ten minutes excavating
from a dictionary already bloodied with our desperation,

  • than she would trounce it
    with a ‘j’ on a triple-letter
    or a ‘z’ on the double word.
… Click for more
+ More