Rosemary Palmeira

Blue Saxophone Rosemary Palmeira

These poems navigate a human life and cross the Earth, touching on love, loss of love, warzones, motherhood, art, nature, ageing, forgiveness: images both tender and sharp, and grounded in the everyday:
Smallbluemobilephone rings its dinky tune.
But it never rings. Where is it? Who can it be?
I scrabble in the bottom of my bag,
I fumble with the somany buttons
Dazzling sunny days, hot desert sands, the cool damp of ancient churches, a sterile hospital ward, and overstuffed handbags come together in Blue Saxophone.