Marigold
Remember me
at the edge of sunlight
against a wall in Hexham,
after a freak storm
flooded streets,
stranded.
Our shadows are dense
in the photographs you keep.
You leaned in
to taste,
disturbed my roots.
Held in a stone vase,
I’m unquiet
dying to be careless.
Lilies
Your ochres give a loose assurance
of summer – its delayed arrival
and stubborn refusal to take hold.
Smudged colour keeps us all awake,
flushes our evening with mauve
for mourning, beats out news
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Maria, from Liverpool is the author of 3 pamphlets. She is the recipient of
The Peggy Poole Award, 2020/1 and a New North Poet Award, 2017/8.
Maria is writer in residence for Mersey Care, and creates and edits the
hand-stitched poetry journal, Coast to Coast to Coast.
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