If I was having a Friday Night Poetry Party, this is what I’d be listening to all night, crying and laughing and puzzling the neighbours.
Helen Mort’s poem ‘Rain Twice’ is published in The Poetry Review, 108, No 2.
I always want to start with something defiant and unapologetic from Edna St Vincent Millay. She’d be the heart and soul of the party before she even arrived.
Nothing but gold, gold, gold. This poem is hypnotic but it makes you feel uncomfortable, the way any good work of art should.
It’s early, but someone’s already telling ghost stories.
Something mellow and reflective as the sun starts to set. The last lines bring a lump to my throat every time.
5. ‘Megan Married Herself’ by Caroline Bird
We’re getting really introspective now. This piece is witty, melancholy and totally brilliant.
Bring the whisky out. This poem has a kick like a fine single malt.
Dance. Move your hips and be proud of them.
8. ‘Thank you for Waiting’ by Simon Armitage
Everyone’s gone home but you still want to listen to good music on your own.
Helen Mort has published two poetry collections with Chatto & Windus, Division Street (2013) and No Map Could Show Them (2016).