Prints

This is the story of a young woman, returning to childhood.

First, she must dig.
She finds frog’s letters
And remembers “all the happy times.”

She hears him coming home,
The sound of the key in the lock.
“You have the most wicked of laughs” he said.
She hardly recognises the face he sees at the door.

“I love the stories you tell at meal times.”
She is bound to remember the Sunday incision.
“You are always very gentle with them”
She feels the touch of his hand.

“It was as if the kite was alive”
She will always feel close to him there.
“You’re a natural water baby” he said
She’s not drowning, but waving.


“Your first adult tune”
She leaves school early to play for him.

He was always “playing the bongos”
The beckoning beat echoes the past.

The house filled up with flowers.

The Tunnel/2021
Poetry

The jam jar /2021
14 x 20.5cm
Monoprint

They met in the tunnel /2021
48 x 37cm
Monoprint

Although he is gone.
She is not alone.
There’s a child there too.

She tells the young woman she has kept watch over the tunnel for the past ten years.
They share a common language.
They know it comes in waves.

They find the moving images
And hear the sound of his voice.
High days and holy days
But the every day is lost.

She finds comfort in the knowledge, he knew her so well.
She still has his letters.

The Tunnel/2021
Poetry