Including poems from over twenty five years of writing, Flocks of Words is my first collection. Originally published in 2017 and reprinted in 2022, you can now buy a copy from my online Shop https://www.kateinneswriter.com/shop/

‘Here are love-songs to the hills of the Welsh borders, to children at play, to history, myth and mystery, encompassing a satisfying breadth of styles, both musical and highly visual. With a gentleness that hides a rigorous strength of vision, her poems persuasively inhabit the skins of both beast and human, and are equally at home in the past and the present.’

The title poem was the winner of the ‘Imagined Worlds’ Poetry Competition, organised by the Friends of Samuel Taylor Coleridge to celebrate the bicentenary of the publication of ‘Kubla Khan’

Poems in this volume have been published in The Curlew, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Far Off Places and The Woven Tale Press, amongst other publications.

Flocks of Words includes most of the poems written during a residency at the Heavenly Lights Exhibition at Shrewsbury Museum & Art Gallery, featured in the video above.

‘Her imagery is often startling, panoramic, spine-tinglingly thrilling. Her music is the music of distant stars and of creation, sometimes almost Miltonian in its wonder and terror.’ Susan Haigh - Dundee University Review of the Arts

‘This is landscape poetry at its best.’ Pauline Prior-Pitt

‘a voice that is wise and musical.’ Deborah Alma – The Emergency Poet

'Mind and body feel for their space and place in the order of things in Kate Innes's sensuous and meditative collection' Gregory Leadbetter

I feel it in the silence that follows a song
and the trap-gaps of coppiced trees
under bridges in the skin-pricking breeze

at the edge of places we don’t belong.
It is found in the shadow of a hood
and the parted lids of a sleeping eye

even the twist of a rope that won’t tie or
the path that unwinds in a wood.
It gathers its strength on a threshold

it unfolds in the hinge of the door
is crouching under a dusty floor
where old shoes keep its border patrolled.

It hides, like teeth behind a kiss.
Children understand the places in between.
They know what cracks mean:
any stone could fall to the abyss.