Author Archives: Kate Thwaite

About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books

Hear a word made to be spoken, see a being of no birth.

Picked like a red flower,  smitten by  red earth Invisible  at sunset, shaded at soft dawn Hear a word made flesh, see a being but no birth. What were blue and red saying, was it a curse? As the graduates crossed, … Continue reading

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If I did not write

If I did not write  I could clean house Wash the curtains, hang them on the line Polish my small table and my mouse Make  a chocolate cat and drink more wine If I did not write I could go … Continue reading

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From despair

When marriage was a sacrament and life was  lived as prayer We lived inside a structure; we knew  anatomy The living hands of  God were there to hold us from despair Each event had its rituals when ritual was pure. Birth was baptism, … Continue reading

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They said she was too hot to hold

They said she was too hot to hold She was on fire, all night But her ashes now have gone so  cold Her  plastic dress was  a sight to behold Yeah, she looked so good, so right They said she was … Continue reading

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Listen Mr Oxford Don….John Agard

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