Huge thank you to Rene Crouch for contributing a wonderful poem inspired by my painting ‘The profound inability to think in female terms’ (30 x 42cm, watercolour and ink on paper, 2021)
New writing is regularly added to my Ekphrastic writing page. Do have a look (and a read).
‘The profound inability to think in female terms’ by Rene Crouch, 2023
How many bones?
How many axes?
To make, and clothe,
Her hand mirrors
Rich with soil-graft and
The wet-milk-toil for her young kin,
waxing lines of hardened skin,
In the rope-grip,
The intelligence of the fingers
That foresee the tumbling of a toddler
The breaking of a clay cup
The missed latching of a gate
And cattle spread up on the hill.
And the peace-keeper
Willing her sisters not to fight
But to share the scraps
If they can.
They share ant-hills, dry earth,
Bare feet they can still read
In their nakedness.
Following a deep rhythm they don’t try to understand.