Mr Glowry’s Summerhouse (2009)
john luke chapman
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Ted Hughes The Hawk In The Rain (1957)
Ted Hughes poetry is dotted all around our nearest Bird Reserve. Sadly, I just don’t get.