Slightly over a year ago, the characters Harry Bittercress and Lady Smock were born. I haven’t forgotten them. How could I? They are the first fictional characters I created in over 40 years and they unlocked something surprising in me. I’m sharing the start of the stories and wishing them many happy returns on their first anniversary.
Harry Bittercress’ anthesis annually astonishes
the dainty Lady Smock. Her perfect purple petals
were scolded do not settle, he’s but a common weed.
No, she didn’t listen and her pistils oh! they glisten’d
as ‘twixt the meadow and the scree
they dropped their hardy seeds
their wild and winsome progeny.