all the trees here had leaves again.
The young and the ancient, sap moving,
breathing, throwing pollen to the soft wind.
Amazed joy in the limitless sky and
in the blink of a hummingbird’s eyelid.
Appearing in the grass after the rain
with wide-brimmed hats to shield them
from the Sun, they live by consuming
that which is given. Mindful to take
nothing that is living. Sentience and silence.
is nursing and falling asleep with lullaby,
unperturbed by gun salutes, photographers and press.
Her role today is to remind us
of what matters most, cooing her wisdom
royally on this great stage of fools.
Inspired by reading that Carol Ann Duffy, the British Poet Laureate, refused to write a poem to commemorate the birth of the new royal, Charlotte Elizabeth Diane. (Isn’t that part of the job?) And so a new Spectator Literary Competition was born to write one.