Jay Ramsay, author of The Crucible of Love, and an old friend from way back when he and I were training at the Institute of Psychosynthesis, has sent me his latest collection of poems: ‘Local Universe: Poems written in the Stroud Valleys’.
As always, Jay’s poems are evocative of the heights and depths. Here is one of my favourites from his collection:
after Frances Horovitz
Bunched starlight blossoming in the hardest of thorns,
The hardest of branches -
Where there is no consolation
As if squeezed out of the wood out of the sap of sorrow:
These bright white explosions of tenderness