Lent

Lent

Lent is a tree without blossom, without leaf, Barer than blackhorn in its winter sleep All unadorned. Unlike Christmas with decrees The setting-up, the dressing-up of trees, Lent is a taking down, a stripping bare, A starkness after all has been withdrawn Of surplus...
Liz Truss ‘Growth, Growth, Growth’

Liz Truss ‘Growth, Growth, Growth’

We have grown brave we modern folk, eager to kiss the moon’s reluctant face, defying every harness, chain and yoke, kicking our rockets down the field of space.   We flout established customs undismayed, leap time and space with buttons we have pressed, attempt to...