Hannah Headden, one of Beth’s granddaughters, has taken up the mantle and is composing her own poetry.
Here are two of her recent poems.
My heart is a vase holding flowers
Bunched and blooming,
One for each time you say my name
With the breathless delight of
A child revealing the secret
To his favourite magic trick.
You are like a Summer’s evening
Rich in promise, with
Soft invitations to lie
Awake through the sun’s
Reluctant slumber and
Syrup black nights.
I’ll lie half-eyed, gaze swimming
With potent room shapes
And wavering spirits,
Under your heat and sighs.