poems and pictures for wild places.
Wildness – that part of nature humans do not control – can be elusive. You can go out looking for it, but more often than not, it will come unbidden, a sudden gift when you least expect it.
So whilst the poems in this collection celebrate Dartmoor, the Somerset Levels and the Black Mountains, they are also bound up with the wildness of small places: things glimpsed through windows, in a suburban street, from the corner of the mind’s eye.
