The 'Voiced' installation at Bethnal Green Nature Reserve opened last Saturday and it was a pleasure to sit in a glade and hear my poems hanging in the air. They were actually better than I remembered and had a completeness of their own.
I had my little boy with me - I was heavily pregnant with him when I wrote these poems two years ago - and as he stamped about in the undergrowth, narrowly avoiding stinging nettles, he looked up and recognised my voice - never mind the words - and that was a sort of magic communication. As if all our voices could issue from leaves, from thin air.
It made me think of this quote from The Tempest

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices ... "

Here are some pics - come and visit - it's a magical place. 



  1. just read your poem 'messenger' and have now bought your book. keep up great poems.

    1. thank you - I hope you enjoy the book - Sarah


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