Hedgerow Crown She waits to dance, atop her curls a loop of hazel, woven with dandelion, daisies, bluebells, buttercups, sprays of apple. A…
Cornish writer
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…