I'm working on a few projects at the moment, including my poetry!
Here is an original poem, read by me, accompanied by footage of an Ash tree I filmed.
The poem can be read below:
Amongst the twirling green leaves
and ash keys,
Hide spiders, beetles, and flies.
They shelter there in dark winter days,
When the wind is so strong it feels like
they’re being pushed out of their homes.
And they live there, basking under the
Eyes on their next meal.
This is the Ash –
With winding branches spreading up to
the bright, blue sky
like an embrace with an old friend.
An open canopy.