Jemma Lambert
- Oct 21, 2017
Cold for the Bairn
They say it was awful cold for the bairn,
That she had none to sing her to slumber,
That she scurried behind rocks, cairn to cairn,
And, if she’d tire, she’d slow and lumber. They say she lived in eternal shiver,
That December had her crawled underground,
That, one dusk, a tawny saw her quiver,
That it peered in, and matched her saddest sound. They say it’s black eyes grew glum and sodden,
That it led her up from her algid lair,
Down a trail on which no foot had trodd
Armelle Davies
- Oct 7, 2017
5 Things I Learnt at the Newcastle Young Writers Festival
Last weekend, I flew over east for the Newcastle Young Writers Festival, a four-day event for writers, editors, and others in writing-related industries under 35. At the festival, I met young creatives, attended panels and readings, got to the third round of a spelling bee, went to a 90s themed ball, bought a bunch of zines, and generally basked in the surprising warmth of Newcastle. Here are the best pieces of wisdom I gleaned from my time there: 1. BE ON TWITTER Almost nobo