Two poems by Vicki Feaver
You are not You are not in the tulips, not in their flailing stems or shrivelled yellow petals that alive you’d have painted; not in the pearly wintry sky or the scarred slopes of the hill that before your legs failed you’d have climbed; not in the spiky firs or eddies and swirls of the river or in its still sandy pools where in … Continue reading Two poems by Vicki Feaver