Every cloud…..

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I’m writing . Lots. I seem to have produced a short story I don’t despise, I’ve got a couple of new poems brewing, and the work for the Hundred House is flying, thanks to a couple of errant Hedgehogs, and a lovely chap who’s chatted to me about his chickens.I’m shattered, and think I’m going cross eyed(must get eye test), but I feel very happy.  Whilst it’s been a gloomy old week, it’s  jolly good weather for writing.
Sorry for the short post. Here’s one of my favourite poems to make up for it .
The Door
Go and open the door.
          Maybe outside there’s
          a tree, or a wood,
          a garden,
          or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
          Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
          Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye, 
or the picture
          of a picture.

Go and open the door.
          If there’s a fog
          it will clear.

Go and open the door.
          Even if there’s only 
          the darkness ticking,
          even if there’s only
          the hollow wind,
          even if
                  nothing
                           is there,
go and open the door.

At least
there’ll be 
a draught.
Miroslav Holub

from Poems Before & After: Collected English translations (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)

Reproduced by permission of the publisher

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