Kizzia Mildmay

Word Herder and Yarn Wrangler

A black Labrador with brown eyes is pressing one paw and her head against her owners blanket covered knee and gazing soulfully into the camera. The blanket is brown and furry and in the background a bookcase is just visible.

Grief is a Thing with Fur

October 1, 2020

Grief is a thing with fur. It lives in the space she once occupied.A shadow glimpsed through salt raw eyes. It does not come alone.Instead it herds all past griefs before it.Coralling them into the gaps between my ribs,where they jostle for space and crush the air from my lungs Grief is a thing with … More Grief is a Thing with Fur

A Poem for National Poetry Day

October 4, 2018

Not one of my own but a favourite I have not shared before: The Garden by Moonlight BY AMY LOWELL A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, Contented with perfume, Dreaming the opium dreams … More A Poem for National Poetry Day