The Year Turn Fablist

My poem is based on an English fable collected in Northamptonshire and North East Yorkshire. I imagined the animal characters as actors in t

A poem for the time of Imbolc, in early February, reflecting on the joy and loss that we feel in expecting Spring.

The gathering of the birds to choose a king is a poetic opportunity to use evocative collective nouns. Bird traits become personalities.

A poem about how, when our daily lives have no meaningful connection to the Earth, we fail to care.

Hope flying free Feared and fearsome, with talons to score and claw. Not hooded by faith or tinted or tainted by love but keen eyed and...

This poem is inspired by the right to roam movement and my own feelings of homesickness.