october 2015
Looking for Hannah Leigh (after Iain Sharp) - Hannah Dewhurst
Hannah Leigh is a label hand-stitched into a baby’s face
Hannah Leigh is a collection of glass jars filled with sand
Hannah Leigh is a high, hollow ring
The afterthought of a gunshot
Hannah Leigh is the middle seat of a patched up grey couch
Hannah Leigh is thirteen cinnamon quills propped against misted glass
A piled wall surrounds Hannah Leigh
Stones, driftwood and rusted wire
Where all the doors are mirrors
Hannah Leigh is a tangle of red spattered ivy
Hannah Leigh is a dust drowned bible
No wax-eyed masks
Or copper pyres
Hannah Leigh is the child off chasing butterflies
While others sit and draw them
Contributor's Note
Hannah is a third year student studying English, Japanese and Philosophy. Creative writing lurks around with her other hobbies, prefers to write drafts up a tree.