Naturally Orla

Poet – Treehugger – Activist – Writes Stories About Witches


August 2015

By the train window

Track, track, track. Those little red brick bungalows Allotments and flats Suburbs and leaves Track, track, track. Get out of the city, The sun on a hill, Cow, cow, sheep, Old man reads Backpacker sleeps. Track, track, track, Hedgerow, Corn... Continue Reading →

My Libraries Are Never Silent

My libraries were never silent They were rarely even quiet When the kids came down from the flats because they had never held a book someone else hadn’t read before them they would chatter and their mothers would scold I... Continue Reading →

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