Biography
Catch me reading my stuff at Poetry Bites, Kings Heath or sometimes on internet station Radio Wildfire.
Samples
WEEDS “Quietly amazing, when she allows herself to be”, an early epitaph written while we are all still here, “seems such a waste otherwise”. When asked for memories I have a day of hot sun and wasps, an image from behind, picking vaguely at garden things, straw hat for a head. Peacefully anonymous, blending into the border, a wash of bright red, watercolour poppy heads, a blurring of charcoal lines with a smudged third finger, lawn of moss and dead-headed catkins discarded, beds a struggle of competing colour. Somewhere deep, she wanted to plan and landscape the plot, yet never had time. She was loved for this subtle chaos but didn’t know it. “Learn to like weeds”, she would say, “they are just flowers growing in the wrong place”.
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Blog entries by Andrew Barnes
Weeds (02/04/2012)
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Ann Foxglove
Mon 2nd Apr 2012 09:28
Hi Andrew - welcome to WOL. I love your poem, really touching. You'll find more people will see your work if you post it on the blogs. Hope you enjoy the site and will become a part of it!