The Very Quiet Foreign Girls Poetry Group

“It all came from Priya’s poem, and Priya’s poem came from – well, I had no idea. It was an unlikely thing to turn up in a pile of marking. Yet there it was, tucked between two ordinary effusions, typed in a silly, curly, childish font, a sonorous description, framed with exquisite irony, of everything she couldn’t remember about her “mother country”. This was the opening:

I don’t remember her
in the summer,
lagoon water sizzling,
the kingfisher leaping,
or even the sweet honey mangoes
they tell me I used to love.”

Written and read by Kate Clanchy and produced by Simon Barnard.

Illustration by Eleanor Shakespeare

The Guardian’s Audio Long Reads | 5th August 2016

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