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"all the tales to tell

spells waiting to be

remembered and repeated"

"Crossing the Périphérique", 2003
Ann Harrison-Broninski
Raindance wire sculpture by Mel Day

A POEM CAN DRAW YOU INTO ITS WORLD

 

A parallel existence where magic and transformation are possible

Tales of the Sea (excerpt)

 

Wrapped in a bunk, in duvet down

wind moans through his Cornish room

two years old and already sold to its lure

arranging wooden boats in his windowsill

before he climbs aboard,

clutching a shell to his ear;

he hopes for a mermaid's whisper.

Wirework sculpture and photo of sculpture by Mel Day

I write poetry and draw from life at events including jazz gigs, traditional folk sessions, and arts festivals

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