Nothing inflames the imagination quite like the Shipping Forecast
Thinkers of all kinds have been drawn to it over the decades, and poets are no exception.
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Simon Armitage
Simon Armitage is the UK’s poet laureate. He writes a monthly nature column for the New Statesman.
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An ode to aimless wandering
After years of trudging along paths, I’ve learned to stop seeing their completion as an accomplishment.
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Cuckoos sang me happy birthday for a decade. Now they are silent
Britain’s shifting weather patterns are a particular problem for these ingenious, misunderstood birds.
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If I could be a tree, I’d be a sycamore
Its low-hanging branches are made for childhood adventures.
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My head has been turned by the sunflower
Though there is something a little unnerving about all those unblinking, yellow cyclopses, peer closely and I can see…
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I couldn’t beat our local fly-tippers. Instead, I found myself joining them
Often I find myself picking among jettisoned debris, looking for incriminating documents, but rarely with any luck.
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The NS Poem: Birthday
A new poem by Simon Armitage.
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The NS Poem: Birds of the Arctic
A new poem by Simon Armitage.
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The NS Poem: Floral Tribute
A new poem by Simon Armitage.
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