Lizzie Prudence
Lizzie Prudence moved to Bridgnorth from North Norfolk in 2012 and soon joined the group.
She writes short pieces of fiction, some poetry but mostly haiku, after being inspired by David Bingham. Lizzie has set haiku for voice, performing with Greenwood Haiku at the International Haiku Conference in St. Albans in 2019, and is a regular speaker at poetry events in The Midlands.
Lizzie never leaves home without a notebook.
For Hillary November 2016
A woman, drained
by tiredness of talking
bruised from an onslaught of lies,
comes to the end of the day.
She fingers her hairbrush
then fluffs out her hair.
She washes her face clean
removing the mask
revealing the strain.
She carefully unbuttons
her cornflower blue suit,
gives it a shake then hangs it to air
along with her dream.
Clarity
Deep shadows in the heart of a Yucatan jungle. The heat and humidity stick clothes to hot skin, hair to wet scalps, and snatch away our breath. Impossible to make quick progress as we are snagged and blocked at every turn by swollen vegetation. We fight to stay calm. Refuse to think how we might lose our way or who it was thought this might be fun. Without a path, we wrestle with creepers as though underwater so when steeply rising stone steps, carved to perfection are revealed, they seem unreal. They are Temple steps part of an ancient pyramid leading us higher until, above the trees, our heads are released to where there is only sky. Blinking at the clarity we laugh at nothing, everything.
sunlight
revealing shadows
behind the eyes