ENIGMA
She was a quiet type
Of woman.
Sometimes
Drowsy as a summer bee.
Sometimes
Sharp as a mosquito.
Unknowable
As any sphinx enduring
In a desert
Calling up dark spells
Of old gods.
Glittering
With lies and magic.
Grate her bones.
Find her holding centuries
Within her ancient
Fingers.
©2023 Gwen Grant
LITTLE BLUE CAR
1992 Listed ‘One hundred best British Books.’
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Hi Gwen, your book looks fun! Congratulations on your award! Best wishes, Sharon
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Glad you liked the poem, Sharon. The best British Books happened in 1992 when I was still writing full time
but thank you! Love your posts on your photographs.
Gwen.
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Thank you for your kind words Gwen. It’s a lucky thing you are working still writing otherwise we would never have met! Best to you.
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My thoughts exactly, Sharon.
Gwen.
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“I found the writing style to be engaging and easy to follow. It kept me interested throughout.”
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Thank you!
Gwen.
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