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A poem

I wrote a poem. It just sort of came to me during a walk when I paused to - there’s really not a non-hippy-dippy way to put this - commune with a tree. I’m not a hugger, but I do like to get hands-on, feeling the cool, rough bark and grounding myself by placing my back against a nice, solid tree trunk.

A regular woodland companion

I haven’t written a poem for years - not since university, when I shudder to think about the words I may have put together on the subject of my late teens/early 20s angst. I suppose even back then it was a way of journaling my thoughts and feelings. It may even have helped, I can’t really remember to be honest - all I know is that I have no desire to find them again and re-read them…

This felt different. It felt right to write in that moment. I needed to express what I was thinking and feeling and it needed to be more than just writing a note to capture my thoughts. I’m a writer, and that means crafting words into something meaningful - that might be prose or maybe sometimes it will be …