Its worth checking out... her works are very lovely.
Here is the first poem she wrote.... just as an enticement to get you over to the blog....
#1
It was easier for us to see the city that way.
The daytime gave us kitchen steam,
flour tilting like November snow. At night
we'd trudge through gardens
that our house had never seen.
We would run and cup non-existent light.
Mostly, we dressed up as birds. Mary's favourites
were the leather swans. Black feathers in her bedsheets
and a zip up to her neck. We'd walk
together and in lines -
our wings hooping every lamppost.
In the mornings we'd bathe our swollen feet. Inch
our claws along the frozen tiles -
make-believe that we could fly again.
[tag word: SNOW - from Patricia Campbell]
later note: ooh, she used my suggestion!... and I love it!
#81
green dresses in front of libraries. Bobbing.
In the winter months she carved giant squashes
in the middle of the streets. Climbed inside
their trusting mouths, and waved at passersby.
[tag word: PUMPKIN GIRL - @shoezimm]
1 comment:
thanks for spreading the word :) It's actually 17:44 here [the clock on the blog posts is not on my local time - very annoying]. Must crack on! x
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