Through a stone window slit,
the world looks like a single tear.
I bought silk to splice my braids
but you cannot make a ladder from hair.
I dream how men unravel in front of me,
how disease grew wild
and families, split and splintered.
History will untangle why we were up here .
Men, let us down, like unpinned hair.
You cannot make a rope from gold,
or a ladder from money.
My lockdown tresses fall to nothing.
I bought silk to splice my braids
but you cannot make a ladder from hair.
I dream how men unravel in front of me,
how disease grew wild
and families, split and splintered.
History will untangle why we were up here .
Men, let us down, like unpinned hair.
You cannot make a rope from gold,
or a ladder from money.
My lockdown tresses fall to nothing.
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Anna Saunders is the author of Communion, (Wild Conversations Press), Struck, (Pindrop Press) Kissing the She Bear, (Wild Conversations Press), Burne Jones and the Fox ( Indigo Dreams) and Ghosting for Beginners ( Indigo Dreams, Spring 2018) described by Fiona Sampson as a 'beautifully evocative read'. Anna has had poems published in journals and anthologies, which include Ambit, The North, New Walk Magazine, Amaryllis, Iota, Caduceus, Envoi, The Wenlock Anthology, Eyeflash, and The Museum of Light. She has been described as ‘a poet who surely can do anything’ by The North and ‘a poet of quite remarkable gifts’ by Bernard O’Donoghue. Anna holds 4 Arts Council Awards for her work.
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