poetry
Frieda Hughes: My Week Was Pink
In her second exclusive poem, Frieda Hughes draws us effortlessly into a saccharine, crimson-hued world, as the ‘sweet pink stink of Barbie’ seeps through gaps, cracks and fissures in the landscape
Friday 18 August 2023 15:08 BST
In between Greek and Hawaiian infernos and evacuating, not forgetting dogs, cats and rabbits,
And Ukraine and Russia baiting the burning bears in each other’s back yards,
The sweet pink stink of Barbie seeped through gaps, cracks and fissures in the landscape