A flashing image of the orange stripes, but I myself like orange hats and why not a piston upon my head to beat the wave. A play on your words Debby, which is of course the tiger and its rippling glimpses among the bushes and leaves. Of course it could be may hat you know. Bob
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
nice one!