Neighbour

I’m still in Ireland, spending time between two houses that are located close together, one perpendicular to the other, each with a flow of people coming and going as regular as the rise and fall of the tide. Coriander: that was the first thing the child called for at tea-time, which he got. Five minutes … Continue reading Neighbour

Powerful Pink

Yesterday, in the Scottish Poetry Library, a lady with a carrying voice and hair the colour of candyfloss was telling stories to a group of children.  Both her hair and her voice, I discovered through close watching, were useful in commanding the children’s attention.  The hair was a wig, of course, and the voice had … Continue reading Powerful Pink