The ones not in the catalogue:
little sketches, done in her garden – this
head of a child (the same child
we saw in the picnic scene, remember?)
And trees, of course, and grasses,
and a study of hawthorn berries.
Doodles, unfinished drafts: look
at this chestnut leaf, abandoned in mid-
stroke – a telephone-call, perhaps;
a visitor; some interruption.
She may have been happier,
or happy longer, or at least more often…
but that’s presumption. Let’s move on:
grasses again; a group of stones
from her rockery, done in charcoal; and this
not quite completed pencil sketch of
a tiger lily, the springy crown
of petals curved back on itself
right to the stem, the long electric
stamens almost still vibrating.