“I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the blind white blankness in front of me, and slowly, like a clear spring welling up from the common earth, the poem rose and spread and filled me, unstoppable as flood water, technique unknotting even as it ran, like snags rolled away on the flood. When it comes, it is worth everything in the world.” PoetPoetsWriting LifeThe Stormy Petrol Author:Mary Stewart
“The day went by, still and silent but for the muted calling of the sea-birds, and the sad little pipe of the ringed plover on the shingle.” RomanceNatureSuspenseWriting LifeThe Stormy Petrol Author:Mary Stewart