angela croft Poems

Jane Austen's Bicentenary 2017

I picture you, Jane,
selecting scraps of cloth
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Don't be afraid
there's a door between you
and the street
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Sometimes I visit the old people
drift round the corner
in the winter light
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I pour milk from the brown jug
into the bowl like the woman
on the postcard you sent
from Amsterdam,
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Crimson sails pinned to the sky
fishing smacks becalmed,
the horizon stretches the canvas
to France, as the Cornish jowster
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