Poem of the Week, by Sinead Morrissey
The first time I read the poem below a scene from the past flashed up in my mind: a winter day which my then-preschool children spent playing Ewok, which translated into them marching around the house/forest with yardsticks as hiking sticks. My son was Master Logray and my daughter was Teebo, names and roles taken … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Sinead Morrissey