Monthly poem - January 2019


From Kite Hill the dome of St Paul’s
holds its hope in a cupola of old beauty.
Wrapped in mist beneath the red eyed cranes,
the City of London softens its corners, loosens the reins.

Northwards the elegant spire of St Michael’s church
holds the landscape in place.
Gold gathers in the pond’s dark eye,
trees like veins in the white arm of sky.

The hill is filled with people, prams and dogs.
Families and friends and loners all
stand like pilgrims watching the city come alight
as the last day of the year turns into night.


Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

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