It’s over, I know that.
But the grasses against my legs
are my lover’s hands,
the wind, his voice, urging me on.
Part of me wanted to be found
with him, for it all to break open.
And there’s my boy, Callum.
I’ve always upset things,
can’t help myself.
I run the dogs along Tredinney
like how they push on,
ignoring the hedges they’ll never scramble
over, have no sense
of shame, just follow their noses.
I did that once – an affair with another farmer.
I can see what a good person is.
We’d walk our dogs here up to Bartinney,
his Collie, my Jack Russells.
I can almost see his farm from here,
his Jeep, his Massey.
I ran away from my family –
twenty generations of farming.
I ran away and towards.
I’ve no regrets. Change is good.
I look out on the land, decide
which path to take down.
I know my way.
I’m a countrywoman.
Trevesiges ov vy.
To watch Katrina in the BBC South West film of her poem click here.
The poem ‘Countrywoman’ was commissioned by BBC local radio, working in partnership with national poetry day.
It is written in response to a BBC Radio Cornwall listener’s story.
For more on national poetry day and to read or watch more of the 2018 BBC local poets see the national poetry day