Maureen Ross
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Born and brought up in the North-East of Scotland, Maureen Ross has written
poetry from early childhood till the present day. Most of it ends up in the bucket.
However some of it has seen the light of day in recent years in Pushing Out the Boat and Storm. Koo Press published a chapbook collection of her work
Day Moth
in November 2006.
She is a member of the Huntly Writers and through the group has been involved in
various poetry readings and performances.
Readers of last year's biog will be pleased to note that her dog has now stopped
eating the house... (however she is having to get a new kitchen) ... and the grandchildren
are doing fine.
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Indian Summer
Maureen Ross
Hello Persephone!
Is that you standing hidden in the woods
Can I have a word in your ear?
Persephone!
I can see you as the leaves are getting thinner
Can I have a word in your stone ear.
What's he like your dark boyfriend
He must be anxious now the summer's lengthening
I bet he worries the pomegranate between his fingers
Eyes like black in his pale face
He'll have been lonely all the dreaded spring and summer
Through the long boring days and the white nights
Before you go Persephone
Tell me about his soft black clothes and dead white hands
Palms filled to glowing with pomegranate seeds
What's it like to be kissed by him
All winter long, full and quiet as a root
Far away from your mother's storming shrieks
Hey Persephone
I see how you're looking at those rabbit holes
Do you hate your mum?
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