to coax the branches towards the sun first free the roots.
An occasionally published poet, festival storyteller, part time GP, harmonious harpist and jobbing politician my professional life includes translating policy into practice in primary care mental health.
I met David Hart, former Birmingham Poet Laureate at a Royal College of Psychiatrists Conference in the late 90s where I was holding a workshop on metaphor theory applied to mental health and he was teaching medics about poetry.
It has been an interesting journey since then. I am still fascinated by the power of words and their power to change perception. But before we set off, I want to you to read this poem.
The butterfly's wings are becoming so heavy they touch the ground almost, they hit the hawthorn and get thrown sideways by the spray from the waterfall miles away
They no longer fold into land only fall splayed. The perceiving of what was familiar needs impossible translation. Every field rolling green has its beautiful crashed aeroplane.
I am grateful to David Hart for allowing me to quote this poem in full and encouraging you to seek out the magic of words and their effect on the mind.