This week Frieda Hughes reflects on the end of a chapter I have packed these weekly poems like suitcases With the bits of my daily life that I can share When there was so much more going on That needed censoring. But what I really wish I could have done Is unblock the Hormuz Strait, end the Ukraine war, And undo the egos of the pram-brats tossing missiles. Given licence, I would unwrap the faces Of women in niqabs and burkas and let them feel the sun, And subtract the language of disfigurement