Judith Green has just launched her poetry collection, Slip, which traces the gradual loss of memory and vocabulary that comes with dementia. From her husband’s initial diagnosis she describes the frustrations, the anger, the sadness, the humour of everyday situations at home and, finally, in Care. And after.
Angela France says of Slip:
Every poem in the collection is leavened by language which is fresh, precise, and sparkling, grounded in the constancy of nature.
As dementia takes hold and his words dwindle:
It’s a kite
tacking in the wind for fickle esperanto
a slave to the tithing moon of memory.
