Thank you

for reading

Keats, Shakespeare and Auden,

cheers from the heart

for digesting,

swallowing whole

the grace of Lanyer,

the nature

and anger of Anne Askew

and the wrathful might

of Mary Wroth.

Across the ages,

a mighty

show

of immediate gratitude

and appreciation

for revelling in Ginsberg, Kerouac and McGough,

today is their moment,

always the moment

pick up a pen,

type without discretion

or pain,

a small sonnet of love

on a Poet’s day.