While I was walking between cabins with my bucket of cleaning products, there were many birds beside the water I could have stayed there for…
Cornish writer
While I was walking between cabins with my bucket of cleaning products, there were many birds beside the water I could have stayed there for…
Apple sways shawls weighted with fruit ready to crunch. Tender leaves flecked with bronze rustling with shyness.
This summer I have spent my time walking in the woods, across the moors and along the beaches near by in South East Cornwall. This…
Hedgerow Crown She waits to dance, atop her curls a loop of hazel, woven with dandelion, daisies, bluebells, buttercups, sprays of apple. A…
Oh, to Be. Petals hold stern as bumble reaches, dainty limbs forage. She feels a tender glare, sucks in at possibility – a darted…
Silver Y Arriving a slow, fluttering bloom of heavy wings, Silver Y settles beneath nettle edges, bramble jewels. Her cloak a layered bark; striking…
Since the lock down began in spring, I’ve been walking the lanes, woods and moorland near where I live in Cornwall daily, writing poems and…
VE Day Us West Looe girls danced freely tasting fresh new hope, ate sandwiches, drank port and lemon, chatted beneath a young May sun.…
Joining Robert Macfarlane’s CoReadingVirus Twitter Global Book Group, studying Nan Shepherd’s The Living Mountain, I wrote these poems as my response. Each poem is inspired…