Countrywoman a BBC commissioned poem for national poetry day

  Countrywoman   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.   …

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