Amoureuse, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
If I could keep
just one moment in time
it would be this –
right here, right now. &nb...
Poems by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Blackberry Wine, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
‘ Season of mists
and yellow fruitfulness..’
And of blackberries,
the caviar of ...
The Cherry Tree, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
“ Winter fast approaches;
you appear and it is springtime;
the crimson streaks of sunse...
Come the Spring, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
The hay-barn could tell many a story;
resplendent with spider-webs, bedecked
with shrivelled ...
Could Have Written a Book About..., by Christine Ann Clatworthy
That impish look – dripping wet
from your shower when I’ d wrap you
in a towel and ...
Goodbye to April, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
There, on the veranda,
in the green light,
a breath of wind
rustles the jacaranda; ...
Lines in the Sand, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
For my sixth birthday
I wanted a doll; instead
they gave me a rifle
and a box of bullets. &nbs...
Maryam's Story, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Shades her eyes from the sun;
growing weaker by the hour,
she stoops to quench her thirst;
...
Myth of Narcissus, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Bathed in slanting, eggnog sunlight,
the red-stemmed dogwood stands erect
by a paling fence. ...
Reclining Nude, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Splashes of umber –
hints of Prussian Blue;
Chinese White –
murmurings of Madde...
Since You Arrived ..., by Christine Ann Clatworthy
You have taught me
to find pleasure
in the ordinary things.
Like the crackle
of wrapping pape...