"Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have... for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has." - Walt Whitman
Mica - a mineral. It glitters, like a crumb you want to pick up.
Margaret Eddershaw read at a Loose Muse programme on Weds July 11th 2018, 7.30 pm in the Sun Pub, 21 Drury Lane, London WC2B 5RH.
Books launch and reading held at The Poetry Society's Poetry Café 16 October 2017
A stanza from THE NET SHED
One whiff of the engine grease
fishermen spread, like lemon curd on toast,
I am a child in that refuge,
pebble-perched above a slope
spanned by groyne fingers.
I am peering seawards through
the net-shed window, crazed by cobwebs,
green waterproof ghosts overhead.