Geraldine’s poem was selected and published in our Folio #72, in 2018.
Cherry Blossom On our doormat my two shoes made from lasts and lasting thirty years lie plastered with clay one cast on its side fraying laces loop through eyelets Tongues without speech Through double glazing and spattered rainbow droplets I dream I see my father's shoes neatly placed side by side as it he wants to remind me how his slender left hand was inside one shoe like a glove while the right hand brushed on cherry blossom polish till they shone Perhaps his pleasure came from memories of years dug into muddy trenches I grieve to think I can no longer reach him
The Kent & Sussex Poetry Society 