She Will Soar
Contents ( 152)
- Contents
- Introduction
- The Distance
- Maybe I’ll Be The First
- border/softer
- untitled poem – on travel
- Galway Dreaming
- Escape
- Your World
- Not knowing when the Dawn will come
- The Instructions
- Away and See
- ‘A girl unbridled’ – Feeling Free
- Freedom
- Mythology
- Freedom Poem
- The Long Holidays
- In Wellies
- Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day
- Londoner
- She Showed Me Her Dreams
- Let Me Count the Ways
- Bath
- Ourstory
- Megan Married Herself
- ‘A land where I could be a queen’ – Growing Up
- The Mother
- Hedgehog
- The Pomegranate
- Persephone to Demeter
- The Window
- Obedience, or The Lying Tale
- kids
- The worlds
- Praise Song for My Mother
- You May Have Heard of Me
- ‘What if this road . . .’ – Travels over Land
- What if this road
- On the Road Through Chang-te
- Divorce
- *
- The Footprint
- Autobiography in Five Chapters
- The Road Out of Town
- Cocoon
- Wolves
- Ode
- A Winter Ride
- Driving Back Over the Blue Ridge,
- ‘Golden windows in a wall’ – Words Can Set You Free
- In a Cardiff Arcade, 1952
- Sonnet XXXI
- from Aurora Leigh
- Books
- Poem
- from The Emulation
- we misread ‘language’ as ‘lavender’
- Poem
- Kemo Sabe
- When to Write
- The cypher
- Coal
- Wings
- from Washing Day
- ‘My wild hair backward blown’ – Taking Flight
- The Destroyer
- Flying to Italy
- holiday
- The Bomber
- Hungary
- Spring Wind in London
- from Sonnets from a Lock Box
- The Full Indian Rope Trick
- On the South Downs
- ‘It’s better with all the banners flying’ – Courage, Hope and Resilience
- ‘Out of the darkness’
- Miss Aylward’s Journey
- Sangharsh Karna Hai
- All Around the Jailhouse
- Locked Inside
- L’Envoi
- December
- New Glass
- Release
- Her Kind
- The Lady with the Sewing-Machine
- Edith Sitwell
- War Girls
- Wood Song
- ‘Riches I hold in light esteem’
- I want to stand naked in the school hall
- ‘Chasing weightlessness’ – The Final Frontier
- I Had a Boat
- from Darkness Music
- The Moon at Knowle Hill
- ‘On the road through the clouds’
- The Crescent Moon
- Sally Ride Speaks to the Schoolgirls
- Target
- De Profundis
- Sky Ladder
- Devil at the End of Love
- The Hubble Space Telescope before repair
- Avowal
- ‘It’s the sea I want’ – Voyages by Verse
- Hunter’s Moon
- Strawberries and the Sailing Ship
- The Sea-Shore
- It’s the Sea I Want
- Dare
- Sea Love
- Staying in the Mountains in Summer
- from Elegy on Captain Cook
- Exultation is the going
- from Notes on the Voyage of Owl and Girl
- Strange Sea
- Saint Senara and Me
- The Winds of Fate
- Boats in a Storm
- The New Colossus
- Emigravit
- ‘Dream me mermaid’ – Flights of Fancy
- In Your Mind
- from On Imagination
- The Centaur
- The Chatelaine
- Roads
- My Hat
- Functional Skills Maths
- The Burning
- Laurel in the Berkshires
- Iridescent lizard
- The Forlorn Sea
- The Celestial Announcer
- The Levitation of St Christina
- Ego Tripping (There May Be a Reason Why)
- ‘Silence and a space of sleep’: Travels towards Tranquillity
- from Verses Written in the Chiosk of the British Palace at Pera
- Southern Sunrise
- Lochan
- Birthday Poem from Venice
- ‘Leave Krete’
- Dzoka (Return)
- The Girl Who Fell in Love With the Mountain
- Translation
- Furness Abbey
- Not for that City
- About the Poets
- Index of First Lines
- Index of Poets
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author


For my parents, with love and thanks
Contents
Introduction
I’d like to travel back through time and tell my schoolgirl self that, one day, I’d consider poetry to be a magic carpet. (Although, I suspect she would have looked up from wrestling with a knotty slice of D. H. Lawrence only to roll her eyes!) To me now, though, there is no more efficient escape hatch from the daily grind than a poem. In just a handful of lines, a poet can snatch us up to dangle us over mountain ranges, sweep us into starry space or plunge us into the ocean’s green depths. Poetry can take you anywhere.
When I began gathering work by women poets and reading about their lives, I started to understand just how much was stacked against them. To make any kind of art, an artist requires leisure, learning and liberty – all privileges that have been harder for women than men to access throughout history and into our own time. During most periods, only a handful of aristocratic women enjoyed the time, education and opportunity to aspire to a literary career and, even then, they were often mocked or condemned for their daring. ‘Intense thought spoils a lady’s features,’ asserted eighteenth-century critic William Rose, and gentlemen of the press raged against women who neglected their domestic duties to write. Well into the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, women’s writing has routinely been dismissed and undervalued. Female writers have, therefore, always had good cause to write about the liberties they have so often been denied. What began as a book about travel – through this world and others, through the air and over the waves, into space and beneath the earth – transformed in the gathering into a collection of bright, brave poems about escape and freedom. From frustrated housewives to passionate activists, here is a bold choir of voices shouting for independence and celebrating their power.
This collection was conceived in 2019. These words – about wanderlust and longing to be free – took on a deeper resonance as the world locked down in the face of a global pandemic. The verses I had collected were suddenly my only means of travel or escape and felt all the more necessary for it. We don’t know how long our wings will be clipped in some ways but, like many others, I have found comfort and a taste of liberty every time I have opened a book. I hope this volume can add to that reservoir of consolation.
There are many reasons to be cheerful about the status of women’s writing. Women fill stadiums, win prizes and scale the bestseller lists. Digital ecosystems such as Instagram have created a new generation of poetry lovers and enabled talented poets to leapfrog the genre’s traditional gatekeepers to reach readers. Publishers and critics have acknowledged the imbalances of the past and are newly mindful of their responsibility to produce a more diverse canon for the future. Some of the women in these pages remained unpublished or unpraised during their lifetimes, and I find it completely wonderful to know that they are moving new readers now.