Sitting in our car in a near vacant car park Waiting to set off on our forest preamble Rain whispering endlessly among the trees The eerie rustling not at all frightening All food for the heart of the poet Absence of sunlight secondary “The squat pen rests on the open book” (Seamus Heaney – Digging) […]
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