A couple of years ago I had nothing better to do than write some poems. (Apart from job hunting, that is.) Anyway, I started my PhD and lapsed somewhat. Before that, I wrote this, which I offer here because my thesis writing brain is currently incapable of reviewing. Do not take it too seriously.
I wanted to be a nature poet,
But I don’t know enough about trees;
Nor flowers, nor meadows, or whose are those leaves
Lying there ready for a bonfire, no
John Clare I am not.
But does this blossom need a name, a lease
Of life from me? It seems quite happy
In obscurity, no label asked – quite free.