Poem based on Sacha Dench’s radical journey as a human swan to find out why Bewick’s swans are disappearing.
Devotional poetry for Winter’s King from Lorna Smithers.
‘Through the concrete of office blocks and headphones of call centres, over the white noise of television, we still hear the Cwn Annwn howling. The harder we try to shut them out the louder they howl…’
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A poem for September, the reaping month, by Lorna Smithers.
Last Monday, the UK government voted to renew its Trident nuclear deterrence programme. This poem evokes the moment the commander of the Vanguard submarine is handed the Letter of Last Resort.