Thursday 16th June at 15.00
183 Euston Road
London NW1 2BE
020 7611 7251
Join us for a reading of a selection of my Memory Poems, celebrating the stories gifted in conversation with people living with Early Stage Alzheimer’s and their carers. And join the conversation! Have just started working with Westminster Arts in a new Memory Cafe in Hammersmith. Here’s a new poem, inspired by the participants’ chat over tea and cake as they painted pots and planted seeds.
The Painting of Pots
She paints her pot a vibrant purple and blue
freely, yet tempered
A Rothco from the fabric of Africa.
Today was a storm in a teapot.
The husband she cares for
once a tv and radio mechanic,
can no longer put the tv on.
It’s a big patience
indicating Kahn’s fancy china cup
If he says teapot
and she says teacup
the problems start.
So now she says teapot.
She came by sea in the seventies,
hot from Sierra Leone,
used an afro wig, platforms and flares
and met him through her brother,
who didn’t like the idea,
them both coming from different backgrounds.
But who listens to their brother?
The days of autocratic men are quickly going,
says the man from Grenada,
Round the table the women laugh.
She calmly paints,
precise strokes that allow the pattern to emerge,
a blue eye leaps from the royal purple
like a spot on the surface of Jupiter.
It’s a big patience.