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Amanda came to writing poetry later in life, and juggles enthusiasms for gardening, cooking and local community work as well as writing. Her poems have been published in several anthologies and have won prizes in a number of competitions.
It’s new to me, this closeness to skin
not black, but rather many shades
of brown I can’t describe. Warm
under my fingers there’s a strength,
a bred-in-the-bone resilience
to her flesh, revealing mine pale
and scrawny as plucked chicken.
The camera’s set but here, indoors,
it can’'t cope with us together. Its reflex flash
will bleach me to a wraith, plunge her
featureless into dark shadow. We’ll move
into the garden, where by natural light
we’ll get a better likeness, as we stand
ready, with our linked arms,
our surprised smiles.
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