Juliet Fossey is a poet who likes being outside, sketching, scribbling and walking. When not out in the great outdoors, she enjoys working on interdisciplinary projects that include music and art as well as poetry. Her writing process often involves cobbling bits of work together that may start with string or old bird nests which are gradually crafted into poems. You might find her lost on the Cumbria fell side staring at moss.
Climate migrant
A Humming-bird Hawk Moth has drifted
too far North and found
our back lane of flowers
with existential levitation it thrums feeding on valerian
darting plume to plume
a day dancer a furry headed nectar mouse
in one beat of stillness with proboscis inserted
it exacts sweetness
from each red glove of scent.
Juliet Fossey