Monthly Archives: June 2016

His architect wife

His architect wife Wei-Wei is wearing forty layers of scintillating hanfu Silk is wrapped tight- oof! about her little waist Hampered by feet so small they do not need binding into lotusblossoms She tiptoes with high poof-poof hair perched with … Continue reading

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When the wind blows my hair back I am everyone

When the wind blows my hair back, I am everyone. The bundle under the bed in the biscuit tin! I kept things that were memories. Afterwards: I opened it and everything was broken My braces, my Nana’s glued ornament The school … Continue reading

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Free Watercolour tutorial- Moody Boats

  Moody Boats Tutorial  in Winsor and Newton colours.   You will need: Paintbrushes, round size 7-9, a flat wide brush, white gesso for watercolour if required. A knife. Colours include; indigo, Cobalt Turquoise light, Cadmium red, Quinacridone gold. White … Continue reading

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Beneath the gold there is fire Under the earth a goddess sleeps

  Beneath the gold there is fire Under the earth a goddess sleeps I watched my father die. Next day he sat on a wall beside me Put his arm around me Whispered  ‘ you are my daughter’ Under his … Continue reading

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Water Babies in the City

  Water Babies in the City   Sometimes I feel like the woods are breathing on me, advancing like Great Burnam, trying to get in at the doors and the windows, clamorous and rude like uninvited guests. She took another … Continue reading

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Lady In Waiting

Lady in Waiting For all those with a chronic illness. Taught not to speak, lest she speak too much She tends her charges, minds their needs In careful folds and pleats, is dressed In mourning’s morning clouds Hopes for correct … Continue reading

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The Ex-Librarian

  It was something about the colour of the day and the change in circumstances that made her shut her eyes and slide along the line of memory, beads counted backwards until she arrived at the right one. This one, … Continue reading

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