Clinic want to say a MERRY CHRISTMAS, and a big old thank you to everyone who has supported us this year- bought books, visited events, workshopped, drew, read and played music with us. We'll be posting a round up of our year, and the things to come in 2011 when we've stopped eating pies, turkeys and mistletoe. Until then, a specially commissioned poem by Amy Key for The Betsey Trotwood's Christmas all dayer- where some of us had to write about quality streets, and it was yummy. Amy wrote about the caramel swirl.
Happy Christmas!
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Mine is the caramel
with salt, a skirt and a tinselled belly.
it swirls like my swishy hem
makes me maudlin
like sea frets, like sweetness-
a buttery throat
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I need something to do with my hands
take me and my caramels and swoon
with sweetheart films
where the beauty eats
bon-bons from a satin box.
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There is nothing worse than
pouring my own bath.
I need something to do-
to caramel- glaze the silver,
spoon praline from a crystal bowl.
ruin myself. Nothing worse
than darning my own slippers.
I need something to get my teeth into.
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I love Amy Key's poetry because it's glamorous. She imbues her language with luxurious textures that shows a love for how beauty sits and is formed within an object. She doesn't just see an image, she hears, smells and tastes it; her poetry is rich with senses. For more pearlescent luxury, go here, buy her pamphlet from Tall Lighthouse.