Souls of pigeons everywhere

Souls of pigeons everywhwere last some exploration, these hills and valleys are a comfort, my own little piece of silk - my own childhood not far away. Tthere is a part of me that belongs forever in the north, these twenty poems varnish this rebirth. With settlement playfullness returns; I am with a small group of writers who will become friends, I have two tutors; one who gives untold inspiration, one with whom I do battle, but who also inspires and crucially introduces me to places in literature that I would not ordinarily go.

© Christopher Sanderson 2020