I’m absolutely delighted – many thanks to Gill Stoker who curates this gorgeous blog. The poem is set beside a photograph of a young bride caught in an uncertain moment in the snow. Bless her! I hope the future worked out well for her.
By coincidence, I read the poem at Broadstairs Folk Week yesterday at the Poets’ Breakfast at the Neptune hall, hosted by Maggie Harris. Such a lovely event with writers coming from all over the place to share words in dappled light in the pub garden. The Folk Week is a great big, glorious summer madness and I look forward to more today.
Who says the English are all stiff upper lip and reserve? What are these Morris ‘horses’ about, dressed as Where’s Wally? In the top photograph, you might spot poets Mark Holihan and Richard Cooper.