Posts by joannaweston

Incoming Fall

By on Oct 29, 2017 in Poetry | Comments Off

a garden golden-brown where apples pull branches low to paint grass with wasps blackberries darken against vivid green earth turns under my searching spade worms slide deep against coming frost pears hang against my hand ripe soft with scents that wait for...

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By on Feb 21, 2016 in Poetry | 3 comments

the sun stands midway between my hands as I reach for icicles from the eaves while rosehips hang frosted with snow solstice bread rises in the grate I open curtains for my lost love

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Edinburgh Rock

By on Aug 8, 2015 in Poetry | Comments Off

red and white peppermint twirled to a length that could be licked or broken in pieces my brother wanted a stick brought from Margate with its beach of castles donkey rides and buckets blankets on sand and long slow waves the colours smell of seaweed saltwater linger in memory overlaid by the taste of Edinburgh...

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These Sons

By on Sep 30, 2014 in Poetry | 3 comments

deep waves rise and fall as they breathe they hear winds lift spume from salt know the cry of terns lifting the horizon and yet and yet they walk the shore pick sea shells run rope through hands yearn for tiller and rise of tide    

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The Musician

By on Aug 27, 2013 in Poetry | Comments Off

whose violin haunts these rounded hills with a thread of sound? which spins through aspen lays grief in sloughs weaves through bent grass to enter my cabin like a violent sunrise    

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