Today is National Poetry Day. I do like reading the odd poem now and then and I thought I’d share one that particularly touched me, from Marion Sharville, whose blog, A carrot in the toaster, I enjoy very much.

CHILD WITH A BLANKET
Round eyes gazing
over a grubby blanket;
thumb-sucking
grip on life;
comfort soft;
rock secure.

I also get a regular poetry fix from the James Nash Podcast. This month’s untitled sonnet on the subject of Autumn is a perfect evocation of this time of the year. I’d like to read more poets writing in French, do you know any?