Grandma’s skirt is a favourite of mine. It appeared, almost fully formed, in my mind as I woke up to Valerie bringing me a mug of tea in bed one morning. The grandchildren were circling her and, in my dreamy state, transformed into a skirt of children. The abstract singing is by Edda Smith whose beautiful voice wove around the poem in my head as I recorded her so I rushed home and laid down a track of me reading Grandma’s Skirt”
Grandma’s Skirt
Grandma moves around the house
wearing a skirt of children.
Faces float at her waist
as six little feet dance in orbit.
No need of iron! The skirt has noise enough.
No need to dance! The skirt can leap enough
to pull me back to where
Grandma moves around the house
wearing her skirt of children.
© Anthony Fisher February 2000