Frances-Ann Norton: Poetry

Dream poem 74: Castles in Carolina The kids have a school trip coming up, going away on an adventure weekend we have decided they are not going we cannot afford it. Because of being off work with cancer. We are getting a lift, It is extremely snowy and the woman is driving slowly an advert comes on the radio for the school trip saying there is a bursary that can be applied for. I say to the woman, “I’m going to apply for it” then I realize that she has put up the money for the bursary when I tell her I’m going to apply for it she is very enthusiastic. Her husband is talking about next year, the trip could be Scandinavia or the Carolinas as there are beautiful old wrecks of castles along the coast line I’m looking at him thinking, “Hmmm Carolinas, I don’t remember any castles in Carolina.” He explains they are old film lots, stage props for films. I’m looking for a new student flat with a blind student. I want one really close to col...

Polished Stones: After Meg Bateman’s Lapidary. I like the idea of creating poems of Hand polished stones Revealing the hidden depths of colour. Trapped rutile, sparkle of quartz In the stone Grey or ochre Or black. A window is ground With carbarundum Water Friction Force Until the poem is revealed Trapped slice of thought Suspended in luminous beauty In glowing colour and hue. In oil medium glazing Layers of colour in the resin The slices of tints and shades in shapes Trapped in the layers of glaze. The oil glazed painting Is like a hand polished Poem The painting in words The slices of thought Suspended in layers of time A polished window on the Grey exterior of lifes patina of repetition Show the inner light. The icon luminosity No external light can produce this No blonds or redhead spots No halogen desk lamp Can throw internal light on These images and words. The poems hewed from dreams Ab...