UK & Irish Poetry Issue

Throughout the month of October B O D Y will be publishing poetry by poets from across the United Kingdom & Ireland. If you think poems written by...
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Friday Pick: Robert Burns — An Appreciation

Rabbie Burns' suppers are held all over the country, chiefly peopled by ruddy-faced folk in kilts, some old ladies, one nice-looking and flirtacious old lady, and some of your dad's mates.

Niall Campbell

a bystander// to the blue noise of white vans passing by, / and those long shadows kissing at the wall. / Fireworks are sent into the air, fall over / the marvellous forest of the awed crowd, / and a girl with her head in her tiny hands. / The red sky doesn’t mind if I say this.

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