Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson

  The Dancers on Graves gather at dawn, 21st June, by the large yew; limber up, leaning on the back ends of monuments and tombs; adjust bandeaux and legwarmers; yodel a little, do scales to loosen the chi. The relevant areas are corralled with ribbon, beginning with John Henry Frayn, father of three, down to Dawn Mary Highgate, a friend to all. The usual routines, … Continue reading Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson