On the PathHelen K Thomson Poetry You began to walk, by my side.We were both broken. I was cold, and you wrapped a blanket round my shoulderssaying,‘It’s ok. Let’s walk together for a while and see where we go.’I agreed and took your large rough hand in mine. Mother’s Daughter Laura Watt You Complete Me Rory Barclay when you next go on a walk Pixie Nishina Ceaseless Watcher Theo Pieczka-Garner These Days Nick Bagshaw Our Last Day In Pompeii Ellen Vinke