A few weeks ago, a dear friend sent me this poem. If you’ve read The Anchoress, you’ll recognise the subject. I love it! What better gift than having a poem written about one of your characters? Eleanor lives on.

          Ellie

Sticking like a burr
with grubby hands
hot breath and urgent words
on the make
and in the know
innocently undermining
sanctity and rectitude
bearing and wearing
humanity’s stain

Irrepressible.

                                                 Sue O’Brien