Today, after being haunted by it for the last few weeks, I wrote the final poem in a collection I hope to release next month. There was an image and an idea, not to mention quite a bit of emotion) to process. But when I gave myself time to sit down and write it out, I found the words falling in to place almost automatically. I have spent so long working on structure and rhythm that there was space for the words without any great re-writes or even horrified re-readings. I sincerely hope that someone other than me will enjoy this work.