First: a poem by Alison Brackenbury

26 February 2017 // Poetry

Prehistory is mainly guess.
How else to start
the small machines of happiness?
After the age of ice, trees could
creep back. Grove heart,
oak, ash, tall lime made the first wood,
soon felled for farming, feuds and blood.
What whispers through our deepest shade?
Wildwood. Wildwood.

Recent research suggests that most of Britain’s ancient forest was felled in the Neolithic period.


You can read Melissa Harrison’s review of Alison’s recent collection Skies here.

Alison Brackenbury’s website/Twitter account

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