Poetry Diary featuring a poem by Kathyrn Bevis
Reflections on overwork, grief and the lives of small wild things by Clare Shaw
TS Eliot was wrong: May is the cruellest month. It took Kathryn Bevis away. She was a beautiful human, a gifted poet and a close friend, and I don’t yet have the words for her loss. A week ago, I took the decision to go on compassionate leave. Grief is exhausting, and so is the life of a freelance poet.
Rosie Hadden
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6d
One of my favourite books on grief is called A Shelter for Sadness by Anne Booth and David Litchfield. It's a kid's book but I think we all could do with creating our own shelter. The first line is Sadness has come to live with me and I am building it a shelter. I am building a shelter for my sadness and welcoming it inside......We need time and space to be with our grief and to honour it and our love. Grief is love. Take care of your tender heart at this time. Much love Clare from here in Cornwall Rosie xxx
Elaine Lawson
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4d
Slow down You’re goin to fast. Gunna make the morning last.