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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Sunday, 24 September 2023

I think about her grace …

 

I think about her grace

and her smile, at once warm 

and shy — the beautiful artist 

who died on Saturday

(at an age we think too young).


She kept her illness secret.


I think about her paintings

of our landscape, our mountain:

naturalistic and visionary

simultaneously. I didn’t get to see

her latest exhibition. Neither did she.

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