Activities of Kathy Greethurst

I defrosted the fridge this morning and it reminded me of you, an ice queen frozen in the snow. I am keeping your secret to myself. After rifling through carrier bags of moldy food and tipping cans of Coke down the sink, I found an ancient colleague buried in the cold. This is the truth. But I'm not angry because no one knows he's there and his teeth have already fallen out.
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For St Teresa of Calcutta

Each day, the sun rises and wakes me up,
As it brings in the light.
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Storm clouds cast
shadows on white linen.

Cherries sit by black olives
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After Ted Hughes

Stone-eyed,
skirt high, she sits
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She brings tea into the morning room,
her fingers folded
over the handles of the tray.
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He's a darling of darksome darkness,
kingdom of blacknight's baron, bristly brawn mole
basking in the dawn-dew on the rampart around his home.
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A field gun fires.
We bow our heads.

Sixty years
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When the clockmaker wakes,
his first thought is that time ticks
on the grandfather clock in the parlour.
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We step out of our bronze caravan - only one dog allowed -
onto a concrete weed garden - as lightning
strikes a thunder-clapping streaky bacon sky.
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