The waiting is over! You can now purchase The Anthropocene Hymnal in Paperback and Kindle format from Amazon (just select your relevant region). All proceeds will go to the World Wildlife Fund.
I have three poems in this wonderful book that both celebrates the natural world and warns of its uncertain future.
The publisher, Ingrid, also has a PDF version of the book available. She is not selling the PDF, but asking for a donation to her WWF Fundraiser. Once you have made your donation (minimum €3 or equivalent in your currency) please email confirmation to firstname.lastname@example.org and she will send you the PDF by return email. She aims to respond to your email and send you the PDF within 24 hours of receiving it.
Ingrid will also be making regular personal donations of the Amazon royalties as and when she receives them.
It was almost a living thing, large and smothering that pinned us down and which seems to have shed hairs everywhere, I’m still finding them, clearing them away.
Days melted into each other alone in this vessel of a house plunging deep depths of fears and anxieties climbing swallowing waves to see clear skies. Gradually ending more and more days with a muttered “That was a good one, wasn’t it?”.
Absorbing ourselves in the minutia of gardening seedlings as companions, hope for some future and canny planning for food supplies. A returning shopper asked what is it like out there as they washed clothes, hair and body and we wiped clean all they had brought back. No eggs this time.
Remembering the first UK Lockdown, in March 2020, an unsettling frightening time.
We are not out of the woods yet. This past week we have been isolating with a sick adult son who was in contact with a confirmed Covid case. We are waiting for test results, but the labs are slow due to 1.6 million poeple isolating this week and getting tested!
At least in full lockdown we were allowed to leave the house for exercise — I’m feeling very confined.
Fret not too much — so far, the effects are light.
Dawn creeps across the land Shining her pale light into nests Causing baby birds to call for food Dormice to rub their eyes and blink Ants to speed up their hurrying and scurrying She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue And a hint of rose at the east And , as a special treat today, the west Smiling to herself as the world awakes She feels a certain self satisfaction as the Sun With a near audible plop Detaches itself from the horizon Then like any other woman Readies herself for a busy day