Claire Murphy

Ache I am for stories The aching slip, slide As characters bump against each other The almost, maybes I am for telling stories One day I will tell you ours Unsure if you will recognise it For I added a sunset here and there And…

Cradle If I could I would give you that painting there Two lambs alone on a mountain top Seven tiny bronze balloons To suspend along your wall Blocks of glass too The colour of jelly tots After you suck the sugar off A granite pig…