‘the pole bent down like a goose’s neck’…

Originally posted on Poet on the Farm :
Easter Monday brought sunshine to my Shepherd Poet’s Hut.  Yesterday’s poems are all fluttering inside it, and today brought many more. First I put up the poems that are already coming in for our Poetry Fence… to see them click here for the Poetry Fence Page. The Easter Sunday piglets had admirers gathered around them all day.  This… Continue reading ‘the pole bent down like a goose’s neck’…

Swifts, a poem, a handmade book

I’ve never lived under swifts before.  Last summer they tilted up Ludlow’s steep hills, riding the warm air and skimming the garden.  Then they soared back over the eaves of the Victorian terraces.  Again and again, in screaming, flaring groups.  And then at the end of July they were gone. I wrote a poem about them, which played in my head for weeks after they’d started back to Africa. … Continue reading Swifts, a poem, a handmade book

Planning for Poetry at Acton Scott

Originally posted on Poet on the Farm :
A glorious 1st April morning at Acton Scott!  Sunshine warmed my back as I was shown round the farm.  A Norfolk Black turkey cock gobbled at us and fanned his tail.  A small hen took a dustbath under a waggon. “Would it be alright if you worked in this?”  said Sal. It really would.  Very alright. You’re looking… Continue reading Planning for Poetry at Acton Scott