Gillian Clarke, National Poet of Wales, has written a poem for display in John Lewis. To be honest, though, if you didn't know it was penned in honour of the department store, you might not realise – take a read. It's a rather lovely little piece about someone coming home on a winter's evening and startling their room awake.
Unlike Fay Weldon, Clarke's aim was "not to advertise stuff", so there are no mentions of John Lewis's new "retro-inspired range of festive bakeware", nothing about coffee tables, towels or clocks.
I wonder if we could do any better … Show us your homeware haikus, your sonnets to sofas, your limericks to freshly-pressed linen.
