Two poems by Chrissy Banks
At Castle Neroche Along by the birches, into the pine forest the 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 boat and floated them off somewhere, so we could be here, close in the quiet woods. Snowdrops, pine cones and puffballs, sinuous roots, … Continue reading Two poems by Chrissy Banks