We were born into the no more The no more warm smell of a cattle shed my grandfather's hands, worn and beaten became withered and pale, his buckets empty fields aching with emptiness
A stag runs into the forest, along the hedge and into the shadow of branches, carrying with it the trace of a memory.
Time and nature have shaped the Forest of Dean - and the people who call it home. Always changing, this landscape carries the marks of every generation.
Steeped in the scent of moss, Rose Day's debut collection is both a mourning and a celebration of the land, culture and history of the Vorest
With illustrations by Jeremy Brookes
About the author: Rose Day is a poet from the Forest of Dean. She began writing as a teenager, drawn to the quiet intensities of rural life and the emotional undercurrents that shape it. Her work has since appeared in several collections and has been recognised by awards including the shortlisting of Redemption Song for the Alpine Fellowship Writing Prize, her winning entry War Child for the Remarque Prize, and her short fiction Reminder for the Jane Austen House Museum programme. Vorest is her debut collection.
