Monthly poem - April
The telephone rang.
I looked out at the waving garden.
The house grew big as a hotel.
Was I the only guest?
The carpet swelled a deeper red.
The tulips kept still.
I loved you like an artist.
You saw me and were gone.
Something else has begun.
Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.
Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's
work... it made me cry.
For CV click on link
Sixteen Sunsets - Poetry meets the Blues
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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