This is the poet with chin in her right hand and head slightly to one side. She is wearing glasses and has short white-grey hair. Behind her we can see most of a window, and in front of her something (perhaps another window) is throwing a wide band of light across her forearms and chest. She is wearing a salmon pink scarf looped around her next. To her left are ceiling high bookshelves. Robbie Burton began writing poetry in her 50s, gaining an MA at Liverpool Hope in 2003 and publishing the odd poem here and there the following year.

Being adopted at five months old gave her freedom to claim anyone and anywhere as her own – in her head. So after her husband died in 2007, she had no qualms about leaving her home town for the village she'd loved since she was a child. Many of her school holidays were spent in the house her cousin was born in – and still lives in. The landscape and its people inform many of her poems.

In 2009, with the help of a friend she started Cross Border Poets, a Poetry Society stanza, and can’t seem to stop running it.

Her poems have appeared in a wide variety of magazines and anthologies.

Her HappenStance pamphlet, Someone Else's Street, is her first collection.



  • Someone Else's Street, HappenStance 2017