A bird’s or a child’s view of the landscape can be so different from
what the map shows, or our own limited view …
IN MY ATLAS
the slanting tail of the first comet
as it writes its name over spinning planets
before falling to earth
the inching track of an ant
to its nesting hill as it pushes one more crumb
through tall grasses
these miracles inscribed on maps
for an intrepid two-year-old
trekking through the gate
‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.