Ian McMillan
I was a New Face of 1984 in Harper’s and Queen magazine
- Early stroll. Mist’s mistiness. That tree is almost all shadow. I imagine a harpist playing that metal fence. The hill/bike interface. An upturned bucket of birdsong.
- I wandered lonely into Stroud After walking Vales and Hills For days. The streets felt loud And bright as garage daffodils.
- Early stroll. The cold breeze tries to infiltrate my hair. A leafless tree ponders on the idea of spring. A man runs by, hoping the bus is late. I wear the morning like a coat. That motorbike speaks fluent roar.
- www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/... Morning listening: this really intriguing drama that I’ve not heard before. @bbcsounds.bsky.social
