Poems by Alison Brackenbury

Poems by Alison Brackenbury

At Needlehole, by Alison Brackenbury

How lovely the land lies in October,
Still as the moon.
The new wheat is planted.
The drivers...

Lapwings, by Alison Brackenbury

They were everywhere. No. Just God or smoke
Is that. They were the backdrop to the road,  ...