Last week, I was talking to someone about how some poems come easy, and others take a while to work on and polish up, and I mentioned this poem to them at the time, so here it is. This poem, Gull Gyre, was remarkably easy to write, although I did spend time thinking it through…
Potential
I spent time as a teenager working in woodlands, where I developed a love for trees and our natural world. Perhaps counter-intuitive, chopping down trees can be good for biodiversity and the woodland ecosystem, in properly managed coppice, for example. The cycle of growing wood, clearing and regenerating over centuries generated a system of life…
Mug
I attended an excellent poetry event last week, run by the Needlewriters group, based in Lewes. Their event has inspired me; I haven’t written a poem for several weeks, perhaps a couple of months, and I managed to write this today. So, here you go – a poem about my mug. …
Sussex Lamb
A slight departure from the poems of recent times. Based on a phrase that has been going round in my head for years, I finally realised I could make something from it. So, this is today’s offering. When it’s over working. When our brains’re hurting. We head through our dour-damp lanes, in…
Chip escapade
I’ve been writing bits and pieces lately, but to be honest it’s all been really negative stuff. About the environment, pollution, futlity of modern life blah…. So I’ve been trying really hard to come up with something nice, something positive – just anything but a moan! Which can be hard to do, when you’re feeling…