27th April… yet to get into the swing of blogging

If the dog didn’t keep dumping her slobbery ball all over my trousers I might be able to write this…  A few months ago someone asked me who my favourite poet was, and after poor thought I said TS Elliott. But I thought some more and that wasn’t actually true, it is Seamus Heaney. I got District and Circle for Christmas (amongst five other poetry books – thank you, family). The closing lines from the title poem: ‘Of all that I belonged to, hurtled forward / Reflected in a window mirror backed /  By blasted weeping rock-walls. / Flicker-lit.’