Mornin’ tries to capture my state of mind whenever I’ve reluctantly had to wake up early doors, but also finds some advantages to being alive at such ungodly hours.
Poem #7 from my playlist ‘A Shropshire Grad’. This isn’t a pleasant one, admittedly, but it captures my fear pretty effectively.
National Poetry Day encourages us to share a poem and see things like a poet. This year, I’ve chosen to highlight Mary Webb, who wrote many renowned poems and novels whilst living around Lyth Hill on the edge of Shrewsbury.