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Madame Matisse

by Liz Trew

Mon Dieu! Matisse – the master of colour…
my fluttering fan and oval face
a riot of pinks and greens in Woman with the Hat. 150 more words

Poetry

The absent girl

by Liz Trew

Gossamer-light she steps out
visible to those who watch her dance

lifts an unseen globe above her head, turns and tilts
her dervish whirling flares her skirt… 37 more words

Poetry

Nocturne Mozambique

by Liz Trew

A man in tatters lies in a bed of ashes
under a frangipani about to flower.
Voices make night –
murmurs of the spirits, calls of night birds… 77 more words

Poetry

My mother’s journey

by Liz Trew

Her first visit to my father’s country
she grips the sides of my uncle’s boat.
He growls and spits like my father did. 121 more words

Poetry

Ode to my sofa bed

by Liz Trew

Before setting eyes on you
I’d laid my head on many beds,
those fly-by-nights …
sunken beds with broken strings
hairy beds in rented rooms… 60 more words

Poetry

A poet in prison

Liu Xiaobo

by Liz Trew

The prisoner lives and writes inside
a hunger strike

a house arrest

a labour camp

a prison cell

He writes an elegy each spring… 119 more words

Poetry

Woman at the window

by Liz Trew

She bends and lifts, opens and stretches her arms,
sways and swoops wide circles across the glass
then rubs her cloth into the corners… 121 more words

Poetry