C read this to me this morning. She’s been enthusing about Alison Brackenbury ever since she bought her collection, Skies, in Ely. It’s been ringing in my head all day.
Wilton Park (Where Philip Sidney wrote Arcadia)
Why have I never read Arcadia?
Because I sensed doors in the dark.
For William Herbert swept a village far
out of his green and perfect park
Until the starving shepherds spilled
Back to his lawn, were clubbed and killed.
You can find out about Alison Brackenbury here.