Two poems by Chrissy Banks

At Castle Neroche Along by the birches, into the pine forestthe dog going doolally to be free, rounding up the children,minding his flock in that leafy sphere. It was as if we’d packed all our conflicts into a boatand floated them off somewhere, so we could be here,close in the quiet woods. Snowdrops, pine cones and puffballs, sinuous roots,a phallic stinkhorn. Five of us moving … Continue reading Two poems by Chrissy Banks