Philippa Lane Poems
- Blue Blue floats and hovers it never comes to rest its ...
- Purple Purple is afraid it scuttles into corners on all ...
- Yellow Yellow is the sun of childhood the certain day the ...
- Autumn Leaves we rake them into pyramid pyres, our ...
- Breakfast On A Psychiatric War... 'Does anyone know how to ...
- I Weep For You... I I weep for you, though no tears fall, ...
- Drunk On A Train He staggered from the bistro and at a ...
A war baby, Philippa Lane was born in Chichester, West Sussex, England on March 7,1941. Her only vivid memory of early childhood in South-East England is the sound of Nazi missiles (doodlebugs) cruising overhead en route for the threatened destruction of London. If one were shot down, as occasionally might happen, it could explode horribly close and destroy a part of her beloved countryside instead.
At the age of seven, Philippa was sentenced to a boarding school education. She went to Stone Court in Hastings, as cold as its name implies. She remembers her mother telling her that at her new school, the people who ran it were nuns, adding: “They’re different from you and ... more »
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Blue floats and hovers
it never comes to rest
its scent is distant bonfires
its touch moth-breath
Blue is man-child
with spiritual eyes
a stranger in a room
who isn't one
soft down on upper lip
felt without touch
it is dreaming at night
of what is not and cannot be
it is gauze-vision
it is a shaky signature
on a typewritten page
seen through mist
Blue is pain that is borne alone
it is quena music
bone-notes quavering over absent flesh
in death worship
yawns are for want of blue
and partially ...