Today's poem

Read it aloud by enjoying the condensed essence of poetry. Consideration of the structure, metaphor, and simile seems to solve riddles in stanzas with wit. 'Guinness', 'nun', and 'bees' guide readers to such a playful world by jumping imagination. Cheers!

Poetry by Carol Ann Duffy

I couldn't see Guinness

and not envisage a nun;

a gun, a finger and thumb;

midges, blether, and scribble, scrum.

A crescent moon, boomerang, smirk,

bone; or full, a shield, a stalker,

a stone. I couldn't see woods

for the names of trees - sycamore,

yew, birch, beech - 

                                   or bees

without imagining music scored

on the air - nor pass a nun

without calling to mind a pint of one, stout,

untouched, on a bar at the Angelus.

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