The World of Stonehenge Exhibition at the British Museum. Visit 16.3.22
This huge, black room
lined with cases filled
with uplit remnants
of our past
Poetry & art by Rebecca Lehmann
This huge, black room
lined with cases filled
with uplit remnants
of our past
Warden Point Cumbersome yearcome to rest uponthis quiet beachat world’s end reachhere we meet under soft grey skiespebbles crackle underfoottender glands constrictmy throat the tide is awayreveals expanse of rippled claywhich, each daywashes new fossilsinto our consciousnessshark’s teeth, lobster tailsfishes’ vertebrae people cometo collect these lessonsfrom Father time iron whelk in my palmwho slithered in […]
Read MoreAfter a day full of tears yesterday, I got up and wrote a poem just-like-that this morning. It felt good. Half way through writing, my husband shouted from upstairs (where he is self-isolating with COVID) that there was a rainbow out the back. That changed the direction of my poem, and hopefully my week/year (yeah, […]
Read MoreThis morning was so dull and grey. I felt compelled to document my morning, capturing some of the minutiae of my domestic life in all its glorious greyness. No glamour.
Read Moreher yellow eyes
lined black
half-closed
glistening
I hadn’t noticed the starlings until the moment
they suddenly fall silent
Friday evening was a first for me. My first ever book launch! My friend Sally and I had discovered the perfect venue – a beautiful yurt near Canterbury called ‘The Quiet View’. Lizzie and John were perfect hosts, having set up the room in a beautiful circle – I immediately felt my nerves settle when […]
Read Morethe trees are letting go their leaves nowscattered offeringsmyriad gifts of foodin delicious hues tomato, tangerine, limesaffron, honey, nut butter peppering the groundwith fallen lightharvest festivalreturned to earth. (Images taken at edibleculture, Faversham)
Read MoreI am a library;
there are millions of voices
and stories inside of me
written in code
in every cell
It’s 5.30am and inexplicably
I am awake
I yield to the conscious realm
put on my cosy clothes
make a fire
cup of tea
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