#NationalToastDay
— The Poetry Society (@PoetrySociety) February 22, 2018
but
today it’s hot water bottles and austerity breakfast and my toast burns in
protest#poem #poetry #poet from 'Bad New Government' by @no1_emily https://t.co/zeNL98DRsW pic.twitter.com/zgzF0MxGUu
Boats fill the harbour,
— The Poetry Society (@PoetrySociety) February 22, 2018
it’s the time of year, Mrs Kendrick makes red hot jam
for any captain away from home that wants it
on his night toast. I kiss Jock
on his rough lips in the shadows.
From 'The Silkies' by David Hart#NationalToastDay https://t.co/I3e5OCcNJG pic.twitter.com/Th4dEpDvqC
I'll be hugging the memory
— The Poetry Society (@PoetrySociety) February 22, 2018
of how, open to sun and the judgement
of passing eyes, young builders lay
golden and melting on hot pavements,
the toast of Cardiff.
From 'Toast' by @sheenaghpugh #poem #poet #poetry #NationalToastDay pic.twitter.com/EjL16UnZnR