In late Victorian times a painting called The Light of the World was taken around the Empire to be viewed like an Anglican icon. Thousands queued and many wept over a romantic-religious work by Holman Hunt […]
Blenched and stark, occluded in almost perpetual dark in winter and wintered in autumn, (see allotment cabbages already burned by early snow!), this aweful landscape of jagged and rounded rocks was all the idyll Astrup […]
Full moon in the far far north, the hill a huge dusky animal, crouching. On the lower slopes a woman – also crouched, furtive in the half-dark. A sense of secrecy – anticipation… She’s planting […]
Clapboard houses, filled with dark eyes, watch the full moon rise, as the sun sets, and barren fields cry out for Spring’s relief. Bound by their small home place the women looked from windows, saw […]
Marigolds torch a pathway through fields uncertain whether spring has come early or late. Huts below the mountains smoulder beneath the ice, the clouds scorched with flame. Brooding couples dance slowly through the shadow of […]
Girl of the rouged cheeks and tousled hair you are now and yesterday an enigma. Whom do you see in the street? Is it the classy lady who plays the clavichord next door as you […]
Tom and I met in 2009 while studying for an MA in Creative Writing at Goldsmiths. As a newcomer to the UK from the south of Ireland, I lived locally near New Cross, then Brockley, […]