How
much of the past, its people and memories, stay imprinted on the landscape? Are
the trees lining the nave of a bombed-out church busy rebuilding it? And does
the valerian that thrusts through cracks in walls on streets climbing from the
city centre remember when the hillside was woodland called Fockynggrove, rising
beyond the city walls and a very well frequented spot indeed? Yes, everything
is mutable, but stories persist.
About Me

- Deborah Harvey Poetry
- Bristol , United Kingdom
- I am co-director of the Leaping Word Poetry Consultancy, which provides advice for poets on editing and publishing, as well as qualified counselling support for those exploring personal issues in their work - https://theleapingword.com. My fifth poetry collection, Learning Finity, is now available from Indigo Dreams or directly from me.
Learning Finity
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