LIGHT FALLING

Light falling on fresh lemons their golden orbs are open pored and they’re set in half shadow on that heirloom Doulton platter. You are young and supple and wear a waisted floral dress and you lean right over our deep claw footed bath in your hand is the old enamel jug. We three little girls sitting in suds all giggles and pulling soapy long hair up into funny tall points and you rinse our fair heads twice over with sure hands, rainwater and lemon juice. KATHERINE HEALY

Crafers, SA