Ysella Sims

Celebrating nature, people and place


“Once we’ve parted ways and I’ve set off around the fields, trying not to notice the stakes hammered in around the perimeters of both fields, I feel the jolt of reality. To walk here wouldn’t be possible for much longer – once the fence was up, it was up. It wouldn’t be coming down again. Each fence post suddenly feels like a line drawn in the sand.”

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“This morning I circled the sloping woodland,
its gaping mine shafts, fly-tipped and ivy strangled,
the chimney on its perch, rook-claimed and crumbling.”

A collection of poems about memory identity and belonging, inspired by the rugged beauty of West Devon.

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