Geraldine Green is a creative writing tutor, editor and poet, with three poetry collections (Indigo Dreams Publishing) and four chapbooks. Her work is widely anthologised in the UK and USA.
As well as readings, workshops and a residential at Brantwood, this autumn sees her reading at two festivals: Borderlines Festival in Carlisle and the Kendal Mountain Literature Festival. In 2011 she gained a PhD in Creative Writing from Lancaster University. Geraldine is writer-in-residence at the Quaker Tapestry Museum, Kendal. She was born, and still lives, in Cumbria with her husband Geoff and their Border collie, Roy.
She blogs at Salt Road
At the Meeting Place,
Briggflatts
(after Basil Bunting)
Rain has stopped
but the rivertrail of snail across
the slate flagged floor of porch
shows snails, too, are on the march.
A robin takes a worm
from the wormbed of rainwet soil.
Swallows remain aloft –
sky, earth, wind, rain, soft
sweet scents of may reach
all round, extensions of each bud
bough bark leaf ground, perfume
from a thousand blossoms.
Ladies’ Smocks
Queen of the May
Buttercups
Fat Hen
Yorkshire Fog and
Grannies’ Bonnets, nod.
A Cabbage White pauses, stops
atop a ragged dandelion clock
Clouds fall in behind one another
across the dark of Holme Fell’s back.
A cough, a rustle, mice,
in wainscot scurry inside.
Summer’s dog days turn
feline as rain. A sign says:
‘Come in, all are welcome.’
Clouds race fells. Petalled light
ribbons half-sunk gravestones.
Across the fields half heard below
the call of Swaledales and birds,
the River Rawthey’s madrigal.
Geraldine Green
