How rich it is
How each grain is ground
to finest silt and soil,
compact, sufficient in itself,
locked into a mass.
How we fight for it, die,
live, clothe and feed,
sleep in its eternal waking.
How it moves, the earth
beneath stars, skies, feet,
blades of iron and grass,
heaving with expectancy.
Louise Longson
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Louise Longson
Since starting writing poetry ‘properly’ in 2020, she has been widely published both in print and online. She is the author of the chapbooks Hanging Fire (Dreich Publications, 2021) and Songs from the Witch Bottle (Alien Buddha Press, 2022). She works from her home in a small rural village on the fringes of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire offering a listening service to people whose physical and emotional distress is caused by loneliness and historic trauma. Her poems are inspired by bringing together her personal and work experiences, often seen through the twin prisms of myth and nature.
Twitter @LouisePoetical
This is my entry: https://peterbouchier.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/scriptease/
I posted it some time ago already, but it seems suitable for Poetry Day. Enjoy!