I’ve been away the last week. Does this mean I haven’t been writing poetry? No! I’ve kept up the one poem a day pattern that I’ve got back into recently, but I keep them private until I returned, aware that I didn’t want to advertise too far and wide that our easily identifiable house was vacant. Here they are:

• Poem 340 – Packing
• Poem 341 – A Happy Exchange
• Poem 342 – The Lure of the Sea
• Poem 343 – Ancient Echoes
• Poem 344 – Fawkes’ Face
• Poem 345 – Brits on Tour
• Poem 346 – Upon My Back
• Poem 347 – Dolphin Hunting
• Poem 348 – Endings