Saturday, 9 April 2022

Global Poetry Writing Month - Spring Will Come

The snow and ice are hanging on in Finland. Another teacher and I celebrated seeing mud at the edges of the park yesterday at recess when the rest of the world seems to be enjoying bluebells and planting out in their gardens. My back garden is still under half a meter of compacted snow, but the sun is slowly working on the front flower beds. Spring will properly come, later than I hoped, just like almost every year here. 

Amidst the uni deadlines, full-time work and kids, worries of war and whatever else feels like crawling on my plate at the moment, I'm writing. It's Global Poetry Writing Month and every day I'm scribbling a few lines that might or might not become a poem when it's grown up. I haven't been able to do much as I've been so overwhelmed and so, so tired so this is a relief. 

But there's good news. I've secured a short summer job that will take me abroad, so that's something to look forward to. I've finally had a few acceptances after a long dry couple of months. The Scottish publisher Crowvus has included my poem 'Ariadne's Thread' in the first issue of their journal Hooded.  And Dear Damsels has published my poem 'What We Inherit' in their recent batch. So things are looking up after a long winter. 

I'm writing whatever small thoughts come into my head: old memories, new hopes, nonsense lines, noticing the landscape change, my mood brighten, the days until summer release getting closer. I am writing and that makes it all good. 


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