My poem relates to the periods of time after loss… Those periods when we can’t see the wood for the trees, aim and miss, or cling to what is not meant to be. There is an art to healthy endings and I was experiencing the first adult lesson of ‘letting go with grace’ and having to move forward: which I must confess, can still be a little tricky at times, even now. On occasions it can be easier to dwell and continue ‘suffering over our own suffering’ whatever the reason, much longer than is good for our souls. The poem was written late one evening in May 1988; I was 20 and had not long split with my first serious boyfriend of 2 years. I was completely devastated by the break up. At that point in life, I didn’t really know how to cope with the loss, and the next year or 3 became an extended period of mourning. On the night in question, I had gone out into the countryside on a hazy summer evening to meet mutual friends camping out for the weekend. The field party was in a
Women's Spiritual Poetry