Shunting in reverse through the steps of a dance/nobody else can join in with.

This week I got the news that a poem of mine, ‘Begin’, was chosen as one of the runners-up for this year’s Fish Poetry Prize, judged by Nick Laird. This is what he says about it – Begin by Polly Atkin The poem had impressive, confident turns, and I admired the way its syntax brokeContinue reading “Shunting in reverse through the steps of a dance/nobody else can join in with.”

Windows for Burns.

Full of melancholy, the Wordsworth party recite Burns’ poetry over his grave in what feels to them a fitting ceremony of remembrance. The party are struck by the view of their native mountains from Burns Country, and the recital (Burns works), the landscape, the physical presence of the corpse, and the feeling of neighbourliness become interlinkedContinue reading “Windows for Burns.”