And Still the Sky is Pink and Blue by Joan Hill is a poetry collection consisting of at least 45 intimate and family-centred poems.
Excerpt from And Still the Sky is Pink and Blue by Joan Hill:
“This is the year I grew old
knocked down by those
who claimed
they meant no harm.
Though when it came to saving me
each took his bite
trustee, lawyer, real estate agent
and the biggest chunk of all
taken by the one who claimed
he loved me most.
This is the year I grew old
became aware of laws
careless of the lives they dislodge
designed to break down walls
to shatter this house
of strong timbers
solid as rock.
This is the year I grew old
my children and I
make our way alone,
our life ended
as sharply as the lines
I slashed on paper
reduced to a scarred
charcoal image.”
