Our July poem, 'July' by TB (@magentapink22) — sunflowers, agapanthus and a Surrey summer caught in verse, from village cricket field to St Swithin's Day.

This month's reader poem, 'Jazz for Lunch' by TB, lets live music wash away the day's worries — a tranquil land of trickling streams, twilights and dawn.

Mum's Summer Mini Skirt by Trisha Broomfield Mum bought it from a jumble sale, lilac swirls, it suited the younger her she had in mind.She tried it on ...

The Bonfire This cloud of smoke in other hoursWas leaves and grass, green twigsand flowers. This bitter-sweet dead smell that blowsWas once the ...

Sounds Like Magic I listened to a sea-shelland thought I could hearthe rushing of the wavesinside my ear. I held an empty egg-shellclose against my ...

Seasons SpringSpringtime casts a spell of green,Paints flowers opening to the sun.Rains fall softly, saying ‘Wake’.In a fresh world just begun.New leaves ...

Wings by Pie Corbett If I had wingsI would touch the fingertips of cloudsand glide on the wind’s breath. If I had wingsI would taste a chunk of the ...

Inside this dark and shrinking earth by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Inside this dark and shrinking earthWith childhood memories from ...

“I think we’ve met before” by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby John was an excellent detective,He outshone all the rest.Threw himself into ...

Old Henry by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Old Henry was a gentleman,A little bit old fashioned.But all the ladies loved him,His manners ...

Life’s on the other shoe by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby These are the flagstones that led me toThe doctors house, where he retired.When ...

In A Cranleigh Cottage Bedroom by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Gave his old clothes to Oxfam,Loose change to the blind.Never broke the ten ...