I’m a great believer in girding one’s loins and would never go ungirded, loin-wise, into a potentially hostile situation. So, when I accepted the challenge to write a new poem for the Green Energy Awards I was armed and ready. With bold, colourful, questionable imagery.
I hadn’t had to do that. When they’d mooted the idea of my being poet-in-residence, they’d said, “You’re welcome to come along and, you know, meet people from the industry, talk to them about energy and poetry.” And I’d said, “If I’m going to come all that way, I should do a turn, sell the idea. And then you could, you know, ...
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