‘I saw his eye gleam./ I saw a trance fall/ on the park’ My new Crow (for The Crow House, natch) and I spent yesterday with Wenlock Books Poetry Summer School and 13 enthusiastically cawing children. I explained to the group the strange tale of the crows that lived in the tall trees, right in the middle of a small town by the sea in southern … Continue reading With a stuffed crow at Wenlock Poetry Summer School
In two and a half jam-packed Festival days afloat on words, everyone who could wangle a ticket clambered into the planetarium which housed E-X-P-A-N-D-I-N-G the Universe in 45 minutes. Two poets, Nadia Kingsley and Emma Purshouse, an astrophysicist, Professor Trevor Ponman and musician Giancarlo Facchinetti have made something breathtaking. You lie on your back in the dark, the baroque ceiling opens to the stars, and you’re away. ‘Before the … Continue reading Wenlock Poetry Festival #1: under the stars and out of doors
JEAN ATKIN 