‘Once she was protected, access controlled, photographed, only by permission…’
Jan Bay-Petersen
‘Blown out shells, and twisted wire, arching like the blackberry bowers…’
Rachel Kellett
‘Pale bruises bloom underfoot.’
Elizabeth Tate
‘..beneath the grass between the rocks for drainage
four or eight feet of rubble supports the house.’
Ann Vaughan-Williams
‘The seeds of the tiniest flowers disperse with the concrete debris’
Tish Kirkham
‘Moss reclaims the tarmac route, green sponge tufts by mushroom clouds,
vermillion samphire grows lace from edge.’
Ann Follows
‘litter from a stormy past scattered
roughly by wind, rain and sea…’
Roger Huddle
