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Joy Lennick

Here is a lovely poem to remind us of balmy autumn days.


A black-clad, widowed, British lady

sits silent in a yawning dark doorway:

hands blue-veined as marble at peace in her lap;

warmed by her treasured memories.

A marmalade cat sits sentry

and all the while, pale sunshine flits in shadowy corners.

The air, while still,

is pregnant with the sweet

smells of warm earth blending

with sharp citrus groves: oranges and lemons.

A church bell chimes, splicing the quiet;

(a faint memory stirs, ‘The bells of St. Clements’?)

Out of nowhere, stealthy breezes blow through the palms.

They keep their counsel.

Meet The Author...
Joy Lennick
Who Am I?

Most important 'jobs:' wife and mother to three sons. Hooked on reading and writing from a young age (wrote a simple play in junior school: acted on the stage). Joined the library at seven and that was it; the love affair continues...

First worked as a junior secretary, then secretary. Favourite job: A publishing company, Kaye & Ward in the City of London.

Apart from the odd poem, letter and article in magazines, and one poem read on Bournemouth radio, had various poems published in anthologies and won a few prizes. Ran my own Poetry Club for a while. Published: Celtic Cameos & Other Poems.

Factual books published: Running Your Own Small Hotel, & Jobs in Baking & Confectionery (Kogan Page Ltd., London), Updated two other author's books. As Biographer:Hurricane Halsey (True adventure), Memoir: My Gentle War; Faction novel: The Catalyst. Several short stories published in WordPlay anthologies (one winning lst prize through 'Writing' magazine as the best writing circle anthology of 2012 in the UK). A Group Leader for Creative Writing for the U3A group in Torrevieja, Spain.
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