Safe in the pride of being demonised, “Yes, I am that as well.” Or anything to set my kin apart from any kind you might possess. I swear you silent now. For me the moon-high hares leapt in the dewy grass: Us, whose hands were reckoned lucky charms, We shall not stand supine, neither hair… Continue reading HandHeld 2: Ruthwell Cross
We live with our hands and by our hands, but sometimes we so desperately want to hold someone else’s. Here’s what some of that want feels like.
Some of these poems are childish, some have been online before, but all are true. Like Carol Anne Duffy’s ‘Rapture’, though somewhat bob-tailed, this is an inloveness recorded.
How would Marie de France really end her lay?
A present to the beguiling Abi and Skye, and the cast of ‘Lanval’ for a glorious run of the show.
This was written an attempt to show both the emotional and the rational sides of being in love. And of course, this being me, there is a good deal of miscommunication in the mix. § Anna Milon 19 June 2017, York