Little SongFirst year: words left, like Gods returning to the underworld.In the second, I lived as if I we both were dead.The words returned around year three, but hurtto speak, so in the fourth I petrified myself instead:rolled boulder, dumb and heavy-still, until the sixth yearbroke the spell. And in year seventhings began to clear.Though …
The Dawn Chorus zoom writing group returns tomorrow morning, this time with a new offering – the Dusk Chorus for those who are not early birds. Come and join me for an hour of writing in this friendly, no pressure zoom room. In each session we’ll look at a poem or creative non fiction extract, …
And take part in my online course What to Look for in Spring To find out more, follow this link: https://wendypratt.substack.com/p/notes-from-the-war-between-jackdaws