‘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