NIKKI FOSTER

Tag: poetry

  • Outtakes

    Maybe I want the inversion The twist of the arm The underside of the offering Pale and pimpled from lack of sun Unpolished Not the underbelly That is something different I’m not ready for I see it in my father’s eyes Chest infection after chest infection His body fails him In my turn Three children…

  • The Exhibition

    She enters the exhibition. Roomsand rooms of paintingsstretch out around her. What is the correct order:of rooms,of paintings? Gripping her pamphlet,she begins the task,stepping up to each canvas. The paintings are of rooms. Conceptually, she entersa roomwithin a room one after another. She steps back. A red dot.Then another. But not enoughnot nearly enoughto sustain this weight.…

  • Sitting

    My son finds sitting for me hard  and being in my painting room  frustrating  He says, ‘What is the point of all this?  All these pictures, if they’re just going to sit here?’  I try to reassure him   Its ok, I enjoy it  The point is to try to see better  They might go somewhere  He wants a fiver for sitting for me  For him now   things are…