Sometimes I see a poem and it reminds me of one of my own. This has happened twice recently with the same poet, Polly Robinson. The first time, I thought of posting an old poem of mine but when I looked at it, I felt it needed an edit. So I embarked on that and struggled, wondering whether I could still capture the atmosphere (of teenage infatuation – erm, a long time ago!)
Today I read a new post by Polly http://journalread.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/the-beach-in-winter/ and the poem it reminded me of is below. I wrote it a very long time ago and still like it.
a winter’s night meeting
© Heather Wastie