Throughout 2019, starting in June, there will be a previously unpublished poem by Steve Day posted on this page. 


Poem Of The Month











   It must have been a glorious birthday party;

   to dive into Lugano stark naked and feel

   the blue lake surround your skin in streams

   of consciousness reciting the elemental.


   Stark is the hard part, stark the background.

   Flattened folds within pictures, sheet metal

   liquid colour controlled to cover the depth of

   paper forming rivulets when left to settle.


   Wild flowers in a vase, collected for Friday.

   No longer wild; cell-sapping into rainwater.

   Push the brush into an oil painting pattern of

   land-escaped through red brick and mortar.


   I write on the back of you; fine art postcards

   for people who I hope may appreciate colour,

   given the bowl of light collected in your name.

   (I’ll give them Bankshead; maybe another.)