Here’s a short poem of mine about publishing:



The Unconditional Love of an Author

They say that a book’s like a baby:

conception, gestation, release.

But you uncork a storm

when a baby is born

and when most books come out,

though their authors might shout,

the silence, you’ll find,

can be cut like a cord.

And yet you can’t stay unattached.

The all-but-stillborn’s still been born.

If you don’t love them, no one will,

and after all they’re yours.

They always will be yours.

At times, besides

– small pause for cough –

the wider world can bugger off.


Haydn Middleton 2024