‘The Ghost of Me’


The Ghost of Me 

Belle Vue no longer 
It carries another name,
Houses another family.
 
I sit in my hire car
Watching the ghost of me,
Standing at my bedroom window,
Watching me. 
Sunshine catches the house.
Shadow dad opens the garage doors,
Smiles in my direction.
Cut flowers in the front room window.
 
Shadow mum,
Shadowier still,
Bunches flowers Somewhere deep inside my history. 
She would have closed all the curtains for a funeral. 
I drive away
From the ghost of me
And shadow dad Starts to scythe the hedge.

 

I have been totally thrilled to be involved in the Guernsey Literary Festival’s Illustration project this month. I chose Marlene Morris’ haunting “The Ghost of Me” to illustrate from a selection of winning entries in the festival’s open poetry competition. I live in the house where I spent much of my teenage years, every day the ghost of me confronts me as I do the washing up, look out across our garden or read to my children. Our house grows, evolves, transforms and remains. I am very proud to show my work along side Year 10 students with whom I taught two Saturday morning workshops and artists Hugh Rose and Darren Cramner. The exhibition runs at the Gatehouse Gallery for the rest of the May – please pop by and take a look.

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