Here is a poem I wrote for the Ledbury (Festival) Poetry of The Woods.
You can find it here:
The poem is also shown below:
Leaking drips of learning
It was always in the wood’s company
Birches and elders were book ends, Hazels
the arms of my favourite bench
Earthy, earthly existences subdued
by heavenly beams of amaranth. Rose-red,
feral and not forgetting
But, primed always
Showers of not knowing
In absentia
Thoughts about the why
passed between each tree like bullets
Terracotta and grey and less banal
Twins with me in the Square – with placenta
leaking drips of learning
Quick, quick
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