I take in the textual art of one Kayleigh Jackson
I re-tell her tee-shirt slogan
First to my partner and then salaciously - to a crowd
We laugh, it is funny, wicked, lasting
About council estates and girls who might
And boys that say for certain, though not really knowing - right
It's a tough life, an ordeal with little choice or options
Laughter may be the only way of escape
I think at least she has the future of hindsight, go for it - loud
Catherine uses the word myriad; of course she teaches art, and the poetry police have not yet caught up with her. She talks of tentative forays, and a sophisticated understanding; a journey of deep emotion
With a quotation from Pascal her introductory piece is broken in half
But still; all the right words in all the right places
How good to read of such a generous sensitive soul
