A few people have asked how this project is getting on. The answer is that it is progressing nicely, but is a whole load of hard work! This is why the blog has been quiet of late- and I expect it to remain quiet for a while.
Hard work like this is no bad thing however as I find myself immersed in lovely words. I hope that we will start to release some sample poems in the run up to releasing the book, but in the first instance, I wanted to share with you another one written by a friend of mine, Susan.
I have two reasons for doing this- firstly because Susan is a wonderful poet who is far too modest, and also because of the subject matter.
Winter is upon us.
But this too shall pass…
Thaw
Out of two dead aired weeks
Ice and snow crusted over
All things living, when only
The birds hardy enough
To fly from there to here
In the hope I had remembered
To fill the feeders made
Themselves visible and sadness
Scabbed over my heart:
Sudden joy
A mild Late February dusk
Song from every hidden branch,
The world filled with urges,
The drive to survive
Faith returns -the garlic shoots
In strong green lines
The kale still stiff
The rituals of soil call me:
Tomorrow I begin again.