We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland.
Today's poem is Hay Fever by Nathan Fidler - read it below.
Rubbery fingertips poke
at sore, damp eyes.
In the back of my throat
where my body tries
desperately to drown
the pollen at my expense,
I can taste the medicine;
glassy, creamy, separated
from itself. The dark bottle
sits in the kitchen, snuggly
waiting on a shelf for morning,
noon and night.
I let my eyes bulge and
friends steal glances at me
in assembly, whispering,
wishing they had not thrown
freshly cut grass.
About the Poet: Nathan Fidler is a copywriter living and working in Nottingham, UK, writing film and music reviews in his spare time. Looking to find a publisher for a first collection, his poems have previously been published in Orbis, Interpreter's House, The North and elsewhere, find him on Twitter via @fidlersthoughts
