Today I am the guest editor on The Tuesday Poem Hub and have chosen to feature not one but two poems by fellow Christchurch poet, Frankie McMillan, starting with:
“Hour glass
she was a corsètiere
threading whale bone
through cloth
placing herself close
to the ocean
became lucrative
when whales surfaced
she saw
bustles, derrières…”
Artist: Nichola Shanley
To read the poems in full, click on:
“Hour glass” and “at night my dead mother appears wanting soup” I look forward to seeing you on the Hu...
Published on March 16, 2015 10:30