How do you make green?
How do you make green?

In school they threw her out of painting class.
She was useless at colours, she says.
Her face is wrinkled now.
Her frame has shrunk to the size of a child and
she is still afraid to make a mistake.
Four times in one hour she asks:
‘How do you make green’, and adds
‘I am useless at painting’.
Her withered hands tremble,
she still believes what she was told,
and yet
despite it all,
she shows up and attempts to make green.

2003

– –

Poems chosen from an anthology of poems called ‘For Crying Out Loud – Voice of an Exile’, published early 2016.

Bettina

Bettina John von Freyend-Peterseil was born at the end of the 2nd World War in Germany. She exiled herself early on, travelling the world, never able to settle anywhere for long. She now lives in the West of Ireland, where she and her husband built their home, raised their children and tended the land. She has been teaching, writing and in the past 15 years creating her collage work.

The poetry compilation ‘For Crying Out Loud- voice of an exile’ comes at a time when globally people are forced to move on a large scale. Bettina offers a personal account of the mindset of a self imposed exile. She reveals her disconnection and her longing to belong mirroring a world also steeped in separation.

Ouevre

Who was I?

Poetry by Bettina

Who was I before I forgot your face? Who was I before I forgot your name? Who was I before? My mother’s face, my father’s face, my brother’s face. Mother...
read more

There is a time

Poetry by Bettina

There is a time to hang on and a time to let go. Now is the letting go time, the ending time, leaving the shore time, handing over my will...
read more

Still children seeking their way home

Poetry by Bettina

We are grown people we claim. To prove it our lips form a tight line, our faces show wrinkles which remind us of years of living, striving, surviving, crying after...
read more

Anthology

आकाश नीचे उतर आया

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

आज एक आकाश नीचे उतर आया करने आच्छादित मुझे, मेरे उपरान्त भी ,   अस्तित्व हुआ तरल झीनी चादर सा, चित्त हुआ सरल , जो था कातर सा,   तन...
read more

Such total giving

Poetry by Pariksith Singh

Such total giving Back to you, the world Down to the marrow, the bones Such complete shedding of me Purge of will Adoration so deep it becomes surrender Submission such...
read more

This Time

Poetry by Frank Golden

My father would come this time of year the hawthorn needled into flower the sycamore and elder in full leaf to relish a call that ravelled him back in time....
read more

Previous Next
Close
Test Caption
Test Description goes like this