What will hatch in this nest of ideas? (Elisabeth Bee)
In one of the many boxes in my cupboards, I have a bundle of folders filled with more poems that is good for me. Most were written many years ago, when I was in my teens and twenties. Some of them still give me pleasure to read. Others make me cringe.
It might be good to cull some of the old birds that were never strong enough to fly.
Right now, though, I’m more interested in writing a few new ones.