Word and Image
Published and unpublished poems
An anti-war protest ballad, prompted by the war in Ukraine
Poems for Gill and Chris, from QUICKSILVER
Two poems from my collection QUICKSILVER, written for my sister Gill and her husband Chris, musicians.
'Nocturnal', a poem from QUICKSILVER (Lapwing, 2022)
'Nocturnal', a poem from my collection Quicksilver (Lapwing, Belfast 2022)
Two poems from QUICKSILVER (Lapwing, 2022)
Muse If I knew your name I’d whisper it to the trees. If I could see your face I’d touch it with my hands. If I could hear your voice I’d catch it with my tongue. If I could smell your body I’d keep it close
A poem from my Primer in Verse (Yale University Press, 2021)
A selection of tiny poems, written in 2020
Tiny poems prompted by memories of the Lake District
A sestina, for Karen Poskus
On a lighter note
A compilation of light verse for Covid times...
The Anxiety of Influence
A pair of villanelles I wrote a while ago about the anxiety of influence...a concept which goes on fascinating me, even though I am long done with Harold Bloom.
A poem about what happens to a room when the outside comes in.
An elegy for my first husband, Jonathan Wordsworth. The setting is St Catherine's College, Oxford.
A poem about global warming, from my collection ‘The Pebble and the Feather’ (Ludo Press, 2019).
A sequence of seven villanelles about Coronavirus in the U.K.
A pantoum inspired by the superb BBC adaptation of Hardy’s novel,Tess of the D‘Urbervilles.
Five Sonnets from VITAL STREAM
Five sonnets from my collection ‘Vital Stream’ (Carcanet, 2019), which tells the story of the Wordsworth circle in 1802 as William’s marriage to Mary Hutchinson approached.
A Prayer to Walt Whitman
A poem about the constraints of fixed form, expressing a longing to work in the medium of free verse.
The Ballad of Mr Smith
A ballad prompted by seeing photos of Bournemouth beach as Lockdown ended.
The Prologue to 'Ars Poetica' (Ludo Press, 2019), a sonnet sequence about poetry and the poetry publishing world.
A poem about Sir Geoffrey Hill
A poem for the planet.
A Headington Notebook
Originally written as haikus: an almanac about the seasons in Headington, Oxford, where I used to live.
Little ironies: Six poems in imitation of Thomas Hardy.
On the limits of empathy
A familiar bird on our back lawn...
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