Biography
Sarah is a poet, a nurse and a keen amateur photographer. She is interested in words, people and nature in its widest context. She is intrigued by the increasing overlap and connection between these aspects of her life.
Samples
Dry Summer ‘Because an electric pylon was the Kestrel’s perch I wanted her to scan the motorway’s long acre.’ From Kestrel by Michael Longley Because an electric pylon was the Kestrel’s perch I could watch her that summer while she searched parched earth and swaying grasses along the verges beside the road’s black stretch, see her tense ready for flight her form taut - and then, if I was lucky, I’d see her free swoop to a flutter-hover, ready to lurch down into dry seed heads. Her suddenness lifted my heart into my throat as she sank deep, disappeared. A moment of unknowing, then, life caught, or not, she’d be back on the perch to tear her prey apart, or to wait again. Day after day I wanted her to scan the motorway’s long acre. Listening to the birds The air, crackling with heat and contradictions cools as we enter the forest where termites sift pine needles over dry earth and climb our legs as we kiss silently under the canopy of trees. We shake them off and run, laughing knowing we are lost. Later in the buddleia scented garden you bring a bowl and kneel to wash my dusty feet. I watch you, head bent focussed and gentle, soaping and rinsing, muddying the water. The sweet evening breeze carries the warning call of a blackbird and the lowering sunlight glistens over the fine auburn hairs of your arms, like fool’s gold.
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