Theatre and book reviews by Janice Dempsey
Here is a poem about an accident in my garden, two years ago now, which I remember whenever I see the lavender bushes and rosemary beginning to flower. I feel a little sad and guilty - though it was an accident. I've been reading about Emily Dickinson, the 19th century American poet who was very fond of her garden and wrote about bees, too. Emily Dickinson's poems were often deceptively simple in language and her punctuation was surprising. My poem is simple in a much less subtle way.....