Around where I live, you can tell when spring is coming when there is a marked change in the birdsong. And this starts in January; building, building into such excited chatter by May Day that it is almost too much to bear. Before that, the soundtrack of our winter is held together by Crow, Rook and by […]
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Death, Life and Poetry
When my Mum died in September I felt an intense urgency to work on a poem that I had written the month before. I had to do it, but I was rather concerned about my behaviour, and thought maybe I was avoiding thinking about ‘things’ … but when, and only when I had finished the […]
