You can never tell when you’re writing something whether it’s going to have impact or not. I never foresaw that so many people would bother to thank me for this one, even walking down the street after me in Broadstairs last summer. The poem I’m reading here is ‘Being with Anne’ (‘Safe Ground’, Mica Press, 2025), for my beloved Auntie Anne. My mother was senior in a long family so Anne, her youngest sister, isn’t that much older than me. I have so much to thank her for.
The ‘old song’ is Percy French’s ironic ‘Mountains of Mourne’, sung here by Brendan O’Dowda.















