Rosie’s much loved first collection. ‘How much life can you squeeze into seventeen syllables? Quite a lot if you’re Rosie Johnston. Some of these poems are like tiny stories, others like soft pillows, others like pieces of ice. Read them and you’ll want to write a few of your own!’ Author, Vestal McIntyre.
Water, olives, fresh clams to come,
I lick sunlit
sheep’s cheese off my thumb.
The world is mine now, I cup
breath-born in my hand, vital.