Kenwood in May

This short poem was written more than ten years ago.

Kenwood is a fine mansion on the northern edge of Hampstead Heath, London. It and its grounds are managed by English Heritage and open to the public. It is a deservedly popular place to visit and on the day in question, I drove my dear friend the late Mary Young there. She lived nearby.

Mary was a psychotherapist and a (belatedly recognised) historian.

Maybe it’s Covid-19 that’s bringing these words back, these moments of vividness and expression now in the past. The virus has claimed and taken off so many people, literally without ceremony. But it can’t take the moments away.

Copyright © Rogan Wolf – Poet and Social Worker
In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

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