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Marilyn Francis weaves magic.

In this, her first poetry collection, she dodges Manchester’s
serious umbrellas, goes shopping for red rubber gloves, a green ball, pomegranates and a fish. She transports the reader into a world of shared memories and art galleries where the familiar is seen from an oblique angle. Turning the mirror on herself, she dissects the mole-like poet’s task with a wry smile and slips into a world where a fly is caught in the drip of a clock.

‘It’s only a pack of cards,’ says Alice, but all is not what it seems in this White Rabbit world of dreams.

Turn the pages and two old birds in owlish specs peep back from the depths of the floral chintz, a man fries an egg in the road somewhere off Oxford Street, and cows big as wardrobes dare you to cross.

As surreal as a de Chirico creation perhaps, but this is an
accessible, welcoming book of real-world poems - as real as those red silk slippers from Thailand.

Cover artwork by  Paul Francis

red silk slippers
Pub www.circaidygregory.co.uk
ISBN 978 1 906451 13 4
UK £6.50