Six months after the first bombs fell
the zoo was a tattered banner, shit-stinking, empty.
Famished, we butchered first the exotic birds,
plucking bright feathers to roast tiny bodies
My poem “In Wartime” has been highly commended by judge WN Herbert in the Wigtown Book Festival poetry competition. The competition is run every year as part of ten-day festival situated in the countryside of Dumfries & Galloway in south-west Scotland. You can find out more about the festival, and read the winning and highly-commended poems on the website. Although the festival has finished for the year, you can also subscribe to the mailing list to be alerted when ticket sales open for next year’s event. It looks delightful.