Tracey Randle kindly shared with us this beautiful poem she was challenged to write. See which Karavan Press title is woven into the fabric of her ode to bookclubs, women and reading:
A circle of women A circle of women facing each other might look like: An embroidered cloth found in a forgotten museum store Their names pulled in and out in cotton As fingers and minds met each week To sew something of themselves into the collective cloth A circle of women facing each other might look like: towers of books piled up like small mountains the names of writers and poets pulled in and out As fingers quietly turned pages To read something of themselves in the collective stories A circle of women facing each other might look like: all the hopes and dreams and fears they carry of when breath becomes air sewn into a cloth or told through another book’s story As fingers and minds meet Taking notes on grief Daring greatly to speak something of their louding voices into the collective space A circle of women facing each other might look like: A starless sea of stories filled with empty champagne flutes and a stack of china plates smeared with crumbs washing up on a hibiscus coast A garden light flashing on and off in the night As the oak leaves and nighttime birds catch their laughter Recognising that on earth we are briefly gorgeous A circle of women facing each other might look like: All the embroidered cloths our grandmothers have ever made All the towers of books women have discussed together while thinking up a hurricane A line of tears caught in thread A seam of hope woven in a tapestry A string of words that prevents the great alone We are so much more than girl, women, other Where the pull of the stars shows us The wonder of acceptance
To read more about Tracey click here: Cape Herstorian
Thank you, Tracey, for reading and sharing ‘A circle of women’ with us.