He is short and square, his hands are rather cold, and at six o'clock he brings the gin. This month's poem is about a carer who lives in and never seems to ...

Raspberry roulade, a pinched chair, a bottle of Prosecco going round and a black cat being photographed. This month's poem catches a writers' group summer ...

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.