One winter, a person or persons unknown
taking some time along the lane
bent hazel whips into arches
bare until spring
panoptics to another place
now a lashing has snapped away
the arc sprung to upright and I could weep
for how easily we give this weight.
Pauline Yarwood was born in Cumbria and grew up in Manchester. After teaching English and Ceramics in various places around the UK, she returned to Cumbria in 1987 and lives in the Lyth Valley, where she writes, makes pots and tends a very boggy garden next to the River Gilpin. She is a member of the Brewery Poets workshop in Kendal.