Frost, cold winds … all the markings of winter, and she’s very much here, not in hiding at all … but snowdrops are out! …
THIS WINTER WITCH
every time the door opens
a bony toe touches the heater
and a cold voice
shrouds my face
first published in the Camel Saloon
</ a>’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.