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Author Archives: Cate Anderson
Convent Garden
Among the pea sticks and neat rows of veg A nun stoops low to tend the shooting plants. A girl looks on, unseen beyond the edge Of this bucolic scene, caught in the slant Of late spring sunlight glancing through … Continue reading
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The Monet Gardens, Leeds. Lockdown.
The clematis and roses, still in bud, almost fill the arches now. Beds edged with nasturtium, yet to break from their neat rows, to blur the wide path’s tidy margins. Not in that explosive, jewelled way of the original, but … Continue reading
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Autumn Garden
The melancholy garden drips spent rain from brittle seed heads clustered on bent stalks. Ripe rose hips and unseasonal blooms enliven damp stone walls. We walk on Persian rugs of gold, red, umber, while gaunt trees stretch knotted fingers skyward … Continue reading
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BLACKBERRIES
To walk that road again – a lane? Passed stubbled fields. Kildarra up to Nolan’s farm. Pick purple blackberries on the way. A small child’s handful. Turn left at milk churns waiting by wild fushias live with bees. We squeeze … Continue reading
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Refuge
1971, England. Marriage is the highpoint of a woman’s life and a man’s home is his castle. But for some the front door doesn’t keep danger out. It keeps it in. Half a century ago a battering on the street … Continue reading
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THE CLOUTIE TREE
THE CLOUTIE TREE Madron Well Cornwall She wakes, May day. Checks her phone, sees summer comes at last. Leaves sleeping houses Take the inland road, through greening landscapes strewn with granite quoit and capstone shadows – black against the salmon … Continue reading
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MONEY
I park the car, turn off the wipers, stand in the rain a while to get my bearings, then collect a trolley. You look up and nod your head half hidden in your parka’s sodden fur as the automatic doors … Continue reading
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In Yorkshire (a rondeau)
In Yorkshire – to the North York Moors – its heather, dales and rugged shores. Backdrop to those telly dramas – Heartbeat and that soap ‘bout farmers – destinations for fans’ coach tours. They’re queuing up – the more mature … Continue reading
WHEATFIELD WITH CROWS – Vincent van Gogh 10 July 1890
A day of throbbing heat. A storm simmers in the raging sky – a brooding sky. It swirls and eddies against the coruscating wheat like a storm wracked sea on rocks. A wreckers sky. The promise of forgetfulness in its … Continue reading
BLUE
A haibun – two poems, a prose poem and haiku. The haiku supporting the prose poem. I pass through the hawthorn hedge, from darkness into light – dazzled by the summer sun. Stand ankle deep in grasses as damselflies flick … Continue reading