My mind wandered in woods
and the dark places of the earth,
as my stomach echoed the deep resonance
of the cello's bass voice, that the bow hand
lingered on and on. Then came the breathy flute
low notes to start then higher ones
like leaves that wind-drift and spiral down.
I waited to hear Pan's reply, but this
was a christian space, and he was shy.

The plaintive harp played some ancient melody
another world moved in, solemnity
and joy, but to play my heart strings,
give me a blackbird's full-throated,
early morning song.

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 A love of language, sensual word-play and humour make Anne's poetry speak as it enlightens. She has lived in the North of England for the last twenty years and has used her many life experiences as material for her writing. Her first collection, "Dark Matters" was launched by Vane Women Press in July 2001.