‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi

Letter to my Mother You lie underneath him, a measure of mud between you. This was our final argument – his and mine – your husband/my step-father. I’m told of a double headstone, which I haven’t visited, since I held my niece’s hand, threw a lily and a tablespoon of chalky soil on your lid. I can’t talk to you, knowing he’s also there, listening, … Continue reading ‘Letter to my Mother’ by Katrina Naomi

A poem by Katrina Naomi

  Lunchtime Recital, with Animals It wasn’t just the elephant in the Chamber of Deptford Town Hall, there were three brown horses too. None of us noticed, at first, as we studied the pianist’s fierce contemplation, how she scorched the score with her gaze; as we studied the violinists’ lumpy cheeks, as if each suffered a toothache. There was something of the Russian about that … Continue reading A poem by Katrina Naomi

A poem by Katrina Naomi

  Charlotte Brontë’s Corset I’m sorry Charlotte for this disservice. Of course, your corset is discoloured, these padded cups no longer coral pink. Strips of whale plunge the depths of your bodice, the slightly rusty metal strip grips from breastbone to wasp-waist. I feel like a tabloid reporter, sniffing around the armholes of your life.                                         I once wore a corset in my late teens, … Continue reading A poem by Katrina Naomi