Image by Rosie Hopkins: ‘Fresh-locked all the winter’ – Christina Rossetti
A ‘Telling of the Hidden Life’
May
“As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;”
#DayOfReflection ‘Remember’
“Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;”
Poetry Corner: Remember by Christina Rossetti
The hardest part of Covid is losing a loved one during this period and not being able to be with them, with family, with friends.
Poetry Corner: In The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,/Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
