Two poems, though one is a four-liner that I wrote today for a reading at Wenlock (ahead of the lovely Wenlock Poetry Festival at the end of the month).
Between the river and the mountains
Between the earth and sky
Between sleep and wakefulness
Between the how and why
Between the roar and thunder
Between the wind and rain
Between dusk and dawn
Between peace and pain
Between beach and breaking wave
Between sense and shame
Between thought and reason
My soul always bears your name
Should Scotland win independence
On more twin towns, they’re rather keen.
If Wenlock changed to Wedlock,
Much Wedlock could twin with Gretna Green.