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13th Aug 20

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pamphlet collection –
“Black Flame”
Hearing Eye
collections –
“Wild Flowers”
and anthology, as editor,
“Frankenstein’s Daughter”
anthologies –
“Images of Women”
Arrowhead Press in assoc. with Second Light

“Songs for the Unsung”
Grey Hen Press





When you spread before me playbills
on which print now looks old fashioned
and figures of actors are lit in black and white,
        as through a telescope
        time is suddenly shortened.
When we go to the boathouse
around which water laps, a house looks over the straits;
when you tell me your impressions of what it was
to row, to be part of a crew,
        that which was far off
         is suddenly close, in detail.
You have brought
 this odd corner of looming rock barely covered in bracken, grass, trees;
  these paths and roads that are so steep I’m always breathless;
   this sudden wind and rain that shoots in hard squalls;
    this pier that runs out unprotected into the sea;
     this little town that clings to the valley bottom,
all that the past gave me – to life. In focus.

Sara Boyes

published in Envoi, Issue 168, Cinnamon Press, ISSN 0013-9394