POEM A DAY: FRIDGE
Posted on June 24 2020
“I haunt my own home, silent but for the buzzing / of the fridge with the wine in it, with the secret/ light no one can see until they open the door.”
- Caroline Bird, The Air Year
Today’s daily poem in our LGBTQ+ poets series for #pridemonth is from Caroline Bird's The Air Year, reviewed in our Spring magazine. A brilliant twitter recommendation from PBS member Leeanne Quinn!
What’s your favourite lockdown poem? Send us your suggestions for a chance be a future guest curator of our #dailypoem.