Feels her white foot
Through the Dark Sod — as Education —The Lily passes sure —Feels her white foot — no trepidation —Her faith — no fear — Afterward — in the Meadow —Swinging her Beryl Bell —The Mold-life — all forgotten — now —In Ecstasy — and Dell [...]
Agog at a crux of presence
I think we need more festivals, not fewer. One of the wonders of living in Canterbury is the practice of so many cycles and celebrations, in many traditions. Where else can you go to Evensong and then a Saturnalia just down the road? December Dusk [...]
Clearing
In my new book, I have two poems called Clearing. 'Clearing' is a word that fascinates me. It's a way of making space, letting in the light, clouds parting to permit the sun's warmth. It's the poignant emptying of a house no longer occupied, and [...]
The best medicine
I've taken the title of this blog from a poem by Meg Cox which had three of us in giggles on Friday. You can read it here (scroll down). It’s easy to feel helpless in the face of world events. That’s partly a function of [...]
we shall come at the wonder
Many people have mentioned how strange time seems during this period of lockdown. I experience it as a paradox. Like a river with contradictory currents, it’s flowing slowly and quickly in different directions. Days can be oppressively full and then spacious. A week is stretched [...]
orchards and dark green fields
People keep commenting on the prevalence of birdsong during these lock-down days. Perhaps it really is louder and closer or maybe it's just the reduction of background noise makes it seem so. Somehow when the birds are singing, horror drifts away. The circumstances are different [...]
