for writers and readers….
An inspirational blog post from Brighton poet Ann Perrin
On our recent visit to Rudyard Kipling’s house in Burwash, personal memories came flooding back because several things looked so familiar.
All these things reminded me of my grandparents’ much more modest Victorian house in London, where I had lived as a child. But in the case of the jug and basin we didn’t have Bateman’s wonderful Dutch tiles. But I have now written poem based on the memory of our grandfather clock.
I warmed to Kipling’s wardrobe trunk. Shirts on hangers and intriguing little drawers used on his considerable travels.
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