We write because we must. Poetry is born of sorrow and joy, love and loss, triumph and disaster. It is inspired by sunset and sunrise, by spring flowers and winter snow, and it comes to us, almost painfully, seeking a way out, a way forward, a way towards and we wrestle with words, with images, with rhyme and intense feelings until suddenly, there it is, on the page, the poem – our poem, eager to be read, anxious to be felt.
Poem of the Month
APRIL
By Katy Miles
Swiftly you came, a perfectly choreographed dance of
Multicolored blooms
Drifting
To the
Pavement
Every winter night, I begged for you
To drive out the frost
Or take you like putty in my hands and
Stretch you as far as you’ll go without
Breaking
Anything to keep her close to me.