Last Friday, the 11th of the 11th month, I took part in an event for the Woman’s Art Association Wales.
I read a number of poems for members of the association, and members of the public, who had gathered together to enjoy art and conversation.
Above is a chapbook that I produced for the event, and I include one of the poems that I read below. It is about my wonderful Mother.
Much love Txx
Goddess: My mother, who dreams vividly at night.
She runs
like a goddess
over night time
rocks
wailing and
wailing
things like
“leave Leroy
alone!”
She wakes
with smile
childlike giggle
***
What else
Does she
who bore 7
do at night?
between mundane
dreams:
What landscape
travelling
wild hair
dirty boots.
Freedom
at night away
***
children who parent
her. Mother who left
yet is here again
beside her
Old age
is a uniter.
Meditations with spirit 