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.

I wait.
Something else has begun.


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
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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