Author Archives: Myrna Moore

Garden, you are always there. No day No month No year is like any other. Between the sky and the earth You watch and wait But under that seemingly – calm exterior you keep stock You count the days Weeks … Continue reading →

Accusations of wokery is just cover for anything they don’t like. Be it: Kindness to strangers Empathy Equality of the sexes Tolerance of gender fluidity Refusing to bend into prescribed stereotypes Liking refugees – believing they are people too Caring … Continue reading →

She Little But She Tallawa is a poem about an Eighteenth century Jamaican heroine, Nanny, small and wiry. ‘Tallawa’ means strong. She was trafficked from Ghana to Jamaica to become a slave. But once there, fought her way free and … Continue reading →

Bertha (Antoinette Cosway) The Woman in the Attic (inspired by Jean Rhys’ Wide Sargasso Sea) My real name Antoinette Cosway New husband Rochester Brands me Bertha Henceforth My land, house, body mind (what little remains) All his I know who … Continue reading →

After 40 years of living in England, my parents retired back to Jamaica, Montego Bay. My father’s routine was to have an early morning walk to experience the sun coming up. On our visit, we joined him and were overwhelmed … Continue reading →

You could say: ‘They came, they saw, they conquered’ but that would not explain how they survived how they thrived Goodbye Farewell So long… bright light skies until… New skies grey – fog – smog drizzle Closed shores ‘No Irish, … Continue reading →