Stand Up For Trees

At the bottom of our garden is a field we run as a Trust. In the field, we’ve planted numerous trees over the years. In the last ten years, we’ve grown quite a few from seed (about two dozen): alders, oaks, scots pine and birches. Some we’ve had donated from friends (apples trees grown from…

Keepsake by Kayleigh Campbell

The gentle thud of post at the front door signals the coming of Kayleigh Campbell’s Keepsake, number 7 in the impressive list of work published in 2019 by  Maytree Press. As is my wont, I read the title poem first. I know … I am a heathen, literally and figuratively; often skipping to the middle…

Mouse

Schrödinger’s Mouse Your love of my raspberries has resulted in this late evening walk in headtorch, to hedges of hazel and blackthorn, far enough from home to foil ideas of return. Aware of owls ripping through moonlight, I kneel in damp fescue and sedge, clutching this tilt trap of quantum uncertainty; mouse or no mouse?…

Request from a mouse …

Hello Poetry World. May I make a request? My poem Schrödinger’s Mouse is appearing here on The Poetry Village website . I am very pleased and honoured about this, especially as the poetry is always accompanied by such lovely artwork. I wonder if you’d do me a massive favour by visiting the site and giving…

The Safety Of Clouds

On hard wet ground, exposed like a pulsing nerve, half a yard from the comfort of grass, it writhed unsteadily to unheard music, while the connoisseur’s eye judged its girth from a bush. Rainwater marinated and near wasted after a night of passion, casting tired letter shapes as the sun split clouds overhead, this six…