Biography of Denise Woodhouse
Born in Hampshire, I spent a chunk of my childhood in Malawi. I trained in visual display and exhibition design and have worked as a secretary, medical laboratory technician and freelance designer. My poems come from 'rootlessness' and the effect that clinical depression has on memory, sense of self.
Denise Woodhouse Poems
Call To Prayer, Malawi 1963
A quick and early evening, Swirled in rose red dust. Blue gum trees obeyed perspective, Standing back.
From among the silver birches Backed by a low sun Come the young men. All dark beauty, full lips.
This wet and grey bank holiday is so At odds and so ordinary A place to be with such An exasperated man, whose
This wet and grey bank holiday is so
At odds and so ordinary
A place to be with such
An exasperated man, whose
Burnt black heels, cracked crowsfeet,
Bare hands were obedient to
A day so harsh, uncaring,
That still the way we choose to breach
The shell we place too close
About his heart is to stamp on it.