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Rita Ray

I have published poetry in several magazines and journals. I write stories for children, for example, The Boss Dog of Blossom Street and The Squink , published by both OUP and Dingles & Co.( USA ). My poetry for children is in numerous anthologies, including The Works (Macmillan Children's Books, Ed. Paul Cookson) and The Oxford Treasury of Christmas Poems (OUP). In the course of my career in Education I have published a variety of educational materials.

My time is divided between art and writing and I exhibit paintings with a local society of artists, a special interest being portraits. Looking closely at a person to paint a portrait feels much like composing a poem. Art can be a rich source of ideas for poems. On reflection, I find the depiction of women in art has often struck a chord.

Travel always sharpens our perceptions of the world. A couple of trips to China working in remote areas inspired several poems. I also make frequent trips to visit family in Quebec .

Presently, I am striving, as always, to produce better poems and am working on a novel for children. The latter provides an outlet for an irresistible urge to make people laugh, despite my yearning to be taken seriously. As someone wrote: “I wanted to be a philosopher but cheerfulness kept creeping in.”


June 1916

The milk sloshed in the jug
all the way from Elbut Lane
Kitty goes out to bleach the grids
You could eat off the floor
Takes the cover off his chair
She says, The milk sloshed
the milk for the batter
she takes off her mill pinny
swipes the fish in milky flour

says, Hello Joey
hangs millett seed, cuttle fish
puts a paper under the cage

George lights a pipe
takes off his overalls
closes his eyes
‘Hello Joey'
TV. First in the street
she sewed a cover..
Closes his eyes.
Smell of fish and tobacco
You could eat off her floor.
His kiss breathes death
into her mouth.

Inside the eyelids
silhouettes
him and Harry.
Harry walking down Market Street
watch fob swinging
on his waistcoat
Harry Garnett without a face.

Pipe goes out
he smells fried fish
eggy cake rich and cratered
she pulls the curtains to
he locks the doors.
They sit up to the table.


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