Timelines fascinates me. Carolyn writes on many themes and her poems- ‘Traces of Time’, ‘Before the Wedding’ and ‘Diamonds’, made me recognise all the charms and traditions of marriage. I have to mention her poem- ‘Time Lag’. It tells us about a tradesman’s job of plastering; how wiping himself with ‘yesterday’s newspaper sculptured’, Carolyn knows the artistic approach of the waiting and the plasterer’s waiting effects of the drying.
Screened by odd shops lining the road
slotted between school and old church,
the tiny graveyard spread its mosaic:
paths, antique graves, and a quirky mausoleum.
A city oasis for childhood exploration;
classroom expeditions for wild flowers,
beetles, bugs in Natural History with Miss Condon
or to perfect our processional skills
in obedient lines along jagged paths
tailing a statue graphed by Sister Brendan.
Springing from the concrete playground
unwatched in this Eden we invented plays:
our props Hansom’s lichened stones,
Gribble’s borrowed grave tokens,
the iron grills latticing windows, doors
of the Bowden mausoleum – (a house?),
exploring the possibilities of unknown futures
unknown partners, unborn children
with the certainty of primary innocence.
As a woman I stood on the steps of
this Pugin church Newman dedicated –
studied by my past walled in the school
he built centred in fields of a lost village.
I’m ringed by my friends, family and maids
beside me a man who would be my future,
waiting to escort me to my tomorrow.
Timeslines is available from Indigo Dreams Publishing for £9.50