I wrote this poem about 20 years ago. It seems, now, to reflect things that have happened in Britain – how we have been snared in a tangle of information – some of it clearly spreading propaganda, division and hate. Some of it is more subtle and nuanced. The virtual evolves into a near-tangible creature […]The man who had a seed in his ear — Elizabeth Stott - to Blog or Not
The iron bedstead in the hedgerow,
I bet that could tell some stories.
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you