Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.

I always wanted a child. Being a mother is the central thing in my life.

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

Poetry and prayer are very similar.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.