‘this netted house’: a bit of an experiment

My artist friend Emily Wilkinson told me about a derelict cottage she’d found on Lewis that was entirely covered in fishing nets.  She showed me a short film she’d taken of it.  The wind rose out of the film, and the house seemed hauled ashore. I wrote a poem, and delightfully, marvellous Earthlines magazine has published my poem and Emily’s still.   We also experimented, … Continue reading ‘this netted house’: a bit of an experiment

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