Cora Greenhill lives in Derbyshire and Crete, the human/physical landscape of both inspiring her ‘pungent and elemental’ (David Caddy) poetry. Her recent work appears in The North, The New Writer, ARTEMISpoetry, Mslexia, as well as in her new collection.
Pouring your muesli helps assuage my guilt
while you get dressed to catch the twelve past eight
knowing I’ll take my tea back to our quilt
still warm, to read. I stay pyjama-ed til quite late
these days. Last week’s storms have stripped the trees.
It’s winter. Easy to find excuses not to swim.
We don’t need Google to tell us it will freeze
again tonight. Easier to sink another evening in.
So life winds down in loose, uneasy patterns.
We sort of rationalise our letting go of dreams.
Skin’s surface, like stems of green things, slackens,
but affection does a better job than creams;
while the habit of acceptance makes failing
memories, eyesight, backs, plainish sailing.
poem published in The North 73, 2010 and The Point of Waking, 2013.
Publications (from Cora):
Artemis, The People’s Priestess, Three Drops Press, 2017, ISBN 978-1-3269849-5-3 (also avail from Lulu online);
Far from Kind, Pindrop Press, 2016, ISBN 978-0-9573290-8-9;
The Point of Waking, Oversteps Books, 2013, ISBN 978-1-9068564-3-4;
Only in Crete, 2006;
Deep in Time, Dreadful Work Press, 1999, ISBN 0-9514826-1-0
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