Kathy Greethurst

Look at the sunflower, I said.
There was the shadow of a crown
in silhouette against the dazzling sun.
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And there you sat in the sitting room,
like green bottles - with your Bibles open -
praying and waiting.
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Cornflower
Umber

Barefoot
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I go to the weir when the sluices are open
to listen to the white water roar.

In its dark,
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After Caravaggio

This morning, the Cardinal
came for your portrait.
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The glitter ball spins
silver stars around the dream theatre.
Spotlights search out
excited eyes and smiles,
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I walked within the walls of the clink clink can
and sat down on an upturned crate.
I looked out of the paneless window at the turquoise sky
nailed up over Himalayan peaks.
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After Fyrdor Shurpin

That's him, there,
in the painting on the wall.
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For Anna-May

A streak of silver peeps out
from the bowl of the moon,
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For Danny

In a hotel in Kowloon,
I booked a reading
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We step out of our bronze caravan - only one dog allowed -
onto a concrete weed garden - as lightning
strikes a thunder-clapping streaky bacon sky.
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A field gun fires.
We bow our heads.

Sixty years
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He's a darling of darksome darkness,
kingdom of blacknight's baron, bristly brawn mole
basking in the dawn-dew on the rampart around his home.
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After Ted Hughes

Stone-eyed,
skirt high, she sits
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She brings tea into the morning room,
her fingers folded
over the handles of the tray.
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Storm clouds cast
shadows on white linen.

Cherries sit by black olives
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For St Teresa of Calcutta

Each day, the sun rises and wakes me up,
As it brings in the light.
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