A midwinter poem

for you today

I’m cooking another post for the usual ‘Middles’ thread, but I haven’t posted here in my expressive writing section for a while. Looking for something else, I re-met this old poem of mine, below, and I hope you like it.

Those of you in the UK who are also writers may know the Arvon Foundation? I have attended courses at Totleigh Barton in mid-Devon, been a guest centre director there, and also co-led courses at Lumb Bank in Yorkshire, Ted Hughes’ (other) old stamping ground (Sylvia Plath is buried in Heptonstall graveyard, her grave always decorated).

This sonnet, below, was written at Totleigh (as indeed it says!), and comes from perhaps the most personal of my poetry collections, All the Missing Names of Love. You can read the Amazon reviews on the link (scroll down for the book), and then buy it on Blackwells with free shipping worldwide…

Sorry it’s askew!

May your feet always take you to where you need to be…