Ellie

A few weeks ago, a dear friend sent me this poem. If you’ve read The Anchoress, you’ll recognise the subject. I love it! What better gift than having a poem written about one of your characters? Eleanor lives on.

          Ellie

Sticking like a burr
with grubby hands
hot breath and urgent words  swallow hand
on the make
and in the know
innocently undermining
sanctity and rectitude
bearing and wearing
humanity’s stain

Irrepressible.

                                                 Sue O’Brien