Hundred Acre Wood revisited

‘Presumption in favour of sustainable development’ 

 

Those are very big words, thinks Pooh 

and look what’s happened, muses Eyore, 

 

Tigger running riot with a chainsaw, 

Rabbit’s pink nose bloodied. 

 

Eyore isn’t sure if there ever was a Heffalump… 

Pooh making up stories again, 

 

still digging holes, 

ruining the root system. 

 

Keeping watch, Owl’s head falls off, 

bees, departing. 

 

Piglet sidesteps another fallen oak, 

thinks ‘A bit more warning would be appreciated’ 

 

and wonders, 

will I ever grow? 

from 'the remote' (Waterloo Press, 2013) © Maggie Sullivan 2013, used by permission of the author.

Born in Islington in north London, the premature death of her mother just before Sullivan’s 7th birthday necessitated her ...

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