The Wintery Field
In a wintery field the hazel tree held tight catkins stiff on the bough. Now hanging long and loose in a jug, the yellow pollen powders the table…
and the cloth and the telephone and my glasses and the newspaper my porridge my toast and jam my cup of tea the gas bill my latest poem and the hand that writes it.
Phyllis King
One of the eleven poets whose work is printed in, ‘Words from Silence’ which may be obtained from Roy Ashwell at 020 8560 0216 or by e-mail at: royann857@btinternet.com Price £6