Tragically, on 25 July last year, the poet and artist Claire Clube and her daughter, Bess, died in a plane crash in the mountains of Kenya. It was a country they loved deeply for its people, stark simplicity and dramatic beauty.
The poetry Claire wrote ranges widely from the exploration of inner moods to the precise evocation of Nature, whether a whorled shell, the dead body of a raven, or a jellyfish stranded on the sand. Her observation is always microscopic and needle-sharp. Her work is marked by taut line, unexpected image and deft cadence. She sought a complete exposure. One of her poems ...
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