Southworth, Kathryn

Kathryn Southworth
1 August 2021Comment

A poem by Kathryn Southworth

Find your way to the roof of Gloucestershire,
beyond the handsome stone of Painswick,
past mellow Sheepscombe, pretty Miserden,
through avenues of beech and larch
to the back-of-beyond,
and you may stumble on a onetime white road,
on either side shacks and bungalows
dumped anyhow. 

This was The Colony.
And so it is still. 

Gathering all conditions of folk,
from university to able seamen,
and many women too,