Monthly poem - May

There are angels made of stone
And those of flesh and blood
Whose future is unknown

We are born and die alone
In a house or in a wood
There are angels made of stone

Though my flesh still covers bone
Only birds escape the flood
Whose futures are unknown

No god upon a gold throne
Rain turns earth to mud
There are angels made of stone

Those birds have already flown
Love runs in the blood
My future is still unknown

The angels are back in town
Pray for them I should
Those angels made of stone
And those of flesh and blood.


Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

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Jehane Markham
please email

For CV click on link

house image

Norfolk house: Mary MacCarthy

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Jehane Markham and Cheryl Moscowitz
Torriano Meeting House
Sunday 4 June 7.30
99 Torriano Avenue
London NW5 2RX
Poets from the floor welcome