Yin Yang Pond
My aunt once knew all the Latin names for flowers Rosa Rugosa, Helleborus, Alchemilla. Built a garden out of love with a Yin Yang pond till she overfed the fish and they floated. First the nouns went became that thing, this thing laughed it off as old age. As the walls came in the words went out. The music stayed and played inside her head held my hands to dance in silence. Last word she said, as she cupped my chin in her hands was, ‘beautiful’.
Tracey Foster started off in a long career as an Art teacher in the middle of England and wanted to refocus her creative energies into writing poetry and prose. After helping others find inspiration in the world around us, she took an MA course in Creative Writing at Leicester University and has not looked back. She finds inspiration in the past and the events that shape us. Previous work has been published by CommaPress, Ayaskala, Bus Poetry Magazine and The Arts Council and writes regularly for the Everyone’s Reviewing website.