Work by Yvonne

Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Paul Bodsworth)

In the countryside at night it is dark as dark, no street lights no pathways, the white lines have all worn away. Great ruts have formed and are full of water from the recent rainfall.

When you look up at the sky the stars are shining down on you like hundreds and thousands on a birthday cake, the silence of the night is deafening.

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Written by Yvonne

Red is the poppy at Flanders
Red is the coldness of roof tiles
Red is the cross on nurses
Red is the blood that pours from the wound
Red is hot cinders
Red is the temper of a child
Red is the frame of a bike

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Written by Yvonne