Every March, hundreds (well it seems like hundreds), of Redwings gather in our woods, preparing to fly home to Iceland and Scandinavia after over wintering here. In 2018 we had a severe weather system
“…a poem is a way of happening, a mouth.” (W.H. Auden). Warm thanks to Ruth Mckee, editor at Books Ireland, for the invitation to add my filmpoem ‘Living’ to poetry:happening, a now blog on the Books
My poem 'The Quicken Tree' is on the Rowan, a tree which according to Celtic folklore has magical qualities - the Rowan is represented in second month on the Celtic Tree Calendar. My poem is dedicated