‘Being with Anne’ – from ‘Safe Ground’, Mica Press

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.

‘Safe Ground’ at number 4 in French Poetry (Books) on Amazon UK

Last weekend I was being blown over with my sons at the top of Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh – many thanks to the kind stranger who caught me and helped me to my feet before I crashed sideways into a boulder! Today it’s Amazon’s French Poetry list that has me blown away – ‘Safe Ground’ is at number 4, between Billy Connolly and ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’.

How on earth is a wee book of poetry written in English on that list at all? My book ‘Safe Ground’ tells the story (in poetry) of my travels and escapes from Northern Ireland via Cambridge and London to the north coast of Kent. Where does France come in?

In February 2021 my home was full of builders making emergency repairs to the roof. In icy blasts, they clambered like mountain goats among the scaffolding. It felt at the time as if we might never get to socialise in public again, so escapism took hold. I wrote about a little trip I’d made alone to Paris the previous February and relived the pleasures of sitting in a Parisian restaurant. Those scribbles became ‘Laughing and Grief’ (as the Mock Turtle used to say), and were published later that year by American Writers Review in their 2021 Turmoil and Recovery anthology.

With thanks to lovely Henri who helped me climb through the graves in Montmartre cemetery to find Beckett and Seberg, ‘Laughing and Grief’ is about how laughs and sadness jostle together in our lives and how recovery can find us at the strangest times. You can buy here from Amazon or here from publisher Mica Press.

Thanks to No Alibis in Belfast who had this sign outside their excellent book shop years ago and I couldn’t resist a screenshot.

Safe Ground’s publication day

It’s Safe Ground‘s big day! You can find it on Mica Press’s website here and on Amazon. No reviews yet but the initial responses are huge smiles and enthusiasm.

If you’d like to buy one from me direct, signed specially for you, please don’t hesitate to contact me at rosiejohnstonwrites@gmail.com

This evening we’re celebrating in West Greenwich, London at an event run by my dear friend, Irena Hill of In-Words. As well as Safe Ground, Mica will launch Michael Vince’s Legwork and Antony Johae’s Foreign Forays and Mica poets Nayma Chanchoun, Michael Foley and Leslie Bell (Mr Mica himself) will read too. More details are here: please scroll down In-Words’ events column on the right. 

The cover photograph is me beside the Mourne Wall in County Down, taken by my father more years ago than I care to count. As I said in my dedication to Bittersweet Seventeens (Lapwing Publications, 2014), he gave me life in so many ways.

Writing prompts for today

These are for my Cambridge writers who are joining me later today. They’re for you too – if you find something helpful here. Happy writing:

I can still smell the smoke from the house burning in my brain

Dorianne Laux: Finger exercises for poets

The dog looked as if it was about to cry, too

Orhan Pamuk: The Museum of Innocence (trans Maureen Freely)

The nightmares. Some kept coming back like that one about the flowers. Enormous blossoms of all colors, opening and closing their petal-portals, come in, come in!

Lygia Fagundes Telles: The Girl in the Photograph (trans Margaret A Neves)

You may collect all the iroko seeds in the world, open the soil and put them there. It will all be in vain. The great tree chooses where to grow and we find it there; so it is with greatness in men.

Chinua Achebe: No Longer at Ease

I have frequently observed this curious aspect of power: that it is often when one is physically closest to its source that one is least well informed as to what is actually going on.

Robert Harris: Imperium (told by Tiro, Cicero’s confidential secretary for 36 years)

Prompts: latest from ‘Where to Start Writing’ in Margate

Yesterday’s written prompts from our Where to Start session yesterday in Marine Studios in Margate. A beautiful evening as we came out, with Turner skies:

‘Looking back, in many ways the days of the front line were my halcyon days.’

Time Come, Linton Kewsi Johnson about Railton Road in its ‘front line’ times

‘We set off the week before Christmas. It was freezing in London and our luggage sagged under the weight of our expectations and sketchbooks.’

Zandra Rhodes in Iconic

‘Dear Lonely Hearts, / my name is Nate / my hobbies are weightlifting / and tempting fate.’

Roger McGough in The Collected Poems: 1959-2024

‘Behold my bold provider, he can hunt and he can trap, / He can make a set of hinges from a piece of leather strap’

Pam Ayres, Doggedly Onward: A Life in Poems

When I come out of the bathroom, I hear Mum and Mervyn talking downstairs. At the mention of my name, I pause in the hallway to listen, my hair dripping, a towel wrapped around my waist like an untidy skirt

The Lost Past of Billy McQueen, Neil Alexander

Safe Ground in Wivenhoe’s Old Grocery yesterday

Wivenhoe in Essex was all sunshine and spreading buds yesterday and people who could hardly believe that it really was early spring. Leslie Bell of Mica Press met AC Bevan and me off the London train and we walked along the riverside with almost forgotten warmth on our backs. We were heading for the Old Grocery, a beautiful little gallery in the town centre where AC and I would read from our new collections with Antony Johae, all of us Mica poets. The audience were wonderful – laughter and a few tears of course, excellent questions and lovely company. I’ll remember this event as one of the warmest I’ve experienced. Very many thanks to Les Bell, AC and Antony, and to Della and Jonathan of the gallery.

AC, Antony and Les, with me in white

New events are coming up like daffodils

Events in London, Essex and Kent are coming up with the daffodils. This Saturday’s is in Wivenhoe in Essex near the home of Safe Ground‘s publisher, Mica Press. I look forward very much to the honour of reading among other Mica poets. If you’d like me to come and read near where you are, please do get in touch: rosiejohnstonwrites@gmail.com I’d love to hear from you. Details of all my events are here.

You can pre-order Safe Ground on Mica’s website here. After its launch in West Greenwich on Tuesday 25 March, I will post some of the new poems so that you have a feel for this new collection.

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Faversham Literary Festival 2025

For several years now, I’ve had the great fun of hosting poets at the Faversham Literary Festival and generally helping out. It’s in February, just when we need a lift after a long winter, and every year we say afterwards that it was the best yet. Somehow it always is. Congratulations to Amanda and Mark who run it with Will and the tech team and Megan, our marvellous woman with the clipboard. Here are a handful of photos of what we got up to:

Below is our outstanding showcase of local authors, with a picture below of me and my shepherd’s crook, in case anyone went on too long…

Maggie Harris, Mike Bartholomew-Biggs and me after our Hub reading in Faversham’s medieval Guildhall. Below are happy bar staff (with Mark) after a long day, Mark and Amanda with Linton Kwesi Johnson in St Mary’s, Faversham, and Christopher Horton wowing the Guildhall at the Hub