There are some days when I wonder what’s going on. It may be the heat
or the orneryness of life, things go missing (my garden trowel), things
get found in odd places (a ring on the driveway) …
who did what?
the cook? a mouse?
a fox? the cat?
or did I turn too quickly
and the house crumble
‘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, May 2016.