The Dweller of The Hills and Woodland.

Up on the downs, in amongst the looming grass, your almond eyes watching. The angry, bloodthirsty world at your tail. See through the fog, see through the trees and run. Run. Run. Run. Though your enemies may be in their thousands, little prince of the woodland and the warren; your bones are fearless and everlasting.… Continue reading The Dweller of The Hills and Woodland.

R.I.P Richard Adams, a small explanation for my latest poem.

When I was around 5 years old, my mum showed me the 1978 film of Watership Down. During the years of my childhood following this first viewing I was obsessed with it. When I was a little older I read the book and it's message became all the more clear to me, one that it… Continue reading R.I.P Richard Adams, a small explanation for my latest poem.