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