This was written in response to the death of the late great Barnsley writer, Barry Hines. I attended a Barnsley Literary Society event in the Eighties where he read some of his work, before the onset of Alzheimer’s took him from us. In this tribute I turn the story of “Kes” upside down and have the bird steal the wonder of a child.
Why include it in a book of poems about pagans? Paganism to me is a constant wonder at nature, the adoration of trees and water, of living things. There are other ‘isms that come into this, but this is my broad, and perhaps crude conclusion.