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
From among the silver birches Backed by a low sun Come the young men. All dark beauty, full lips.
Call To Prayer, Malawi 1963
A quick and early evening, Swirled in rose red dust. Blue gum trees obeyed perspective, Standing back.
This wet and grey bank holiday is so At odds and so ordinary A place to be with such An exasperated man, whose
From among the silver birches
Backed by a low sun
Come the young men.
All dark beauty, full lips.
They glide downhill,
Golden and lime lit leaves
Wind machined through their jet set hair.
Sprayed on jeans, a glimpse of shirt
Revealing perfected pectorals.