Poetry
My April Fools’ Day in Spain was no laughing matter
Poet and artist Frieda Hughes reveals her revelries during a book tour in springtime Madrid
Friday 05 April 2024 15:55 BST
The sense that my inner organs were swilling in my boots
As my age lurched forward another year overnight, was an illusion.
It was April the First but no joke, although I could hear Paul McCartney