A Friday poem

I’m deep in writing and editing right now, flitting between projects like a robin in the holly. The summer is bringing me an intensity that has to be untapped on the page, but it’s proving tough to organise my thoughts! I wanted to share a piece about the solstice, but it has turned into a huge essay on summer, nostalgia and memory. One day, it will be ready to share but for now, I offer you a poem I wrote in the Spring.

When I Look

I am mining my mind
For words to describe
The love and the anger
The fairies and the dirt
But there are none
Even in the sticks
It is absurd to think there would be

Made of me
But not me
Separating like leaves unfurling from the bud
Every minute a new growth
Every day a step into the wilderness

Have a lovely weekend!