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Belinda Broughton – illustration, art n poetry (by Belinda Broughton) Skip to content Belinda Broughton illustration, art n poetry (by Belinda Broughton) Menu about/contact To Buy Belinda Broughton’s Books Belinda Broughton’s art Belinda Broughton’s haiga my poetry Sparrow: Poems of a Refugee poems on this blog poems elsewhere online The attic is empty  July 8, 2024 July 10, 2024 | Belinda Broughton There is no attic but the one we had before it burnt is empty.  Such freedom.  We are no longer obliged to keep  the photo of old Auntie Dot.  The world can forget her now  while she lies quietly in her grave  near my father.  Now, of him, I have a few photos  and his honing steel. Of my mum I have  a sandalwood fan that she never used. I will keep them and, one day,  my daughter can store them in her attic,  shift them from here to there as one does. These days I have as much as I need and I don’t want to have extra stuff to store  as if I was...

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