Andrew Make a garden out of everything you’ve lost in this no man’s land so broken and so gaunt – old brick and bone. Make it before the frost, this space between dull walls that no-one wants. First for the birds: plant a wooden table deep and scatter it with seeds. Come down some day to catch a gust of goldfinch blowing in, and keep the moment safe: such memories should never fray. Now that you’ve found a hiding place to bring your deepest fears and dreams, stand here to pray even on raining days and hear the wet grey sing; lift up your face to let the drops wash fear away. More than all else, make this a place of light – for the stars to come in gemstones every night.
Kenneth Steven is widely published as a poet, a writer of fiction and as a translator (from Norwegian). The lion’s share of his work is inspired by Iona and the Celtic Christian story. His volume of selected poems Iona was published a couple of years back by Paraclete Press in the States.

What an inspiring poem! My whole day was illuminated by the first line – I also loved ‘let the wet grey sing.’ Then I found myself wondering how someone in Ukraine might read this…. I have come across Kenneth Stevens before, and doesn’t he have a way with him? – Jane
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