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Clay Road

emily isaacson


 Here on the Clay Road you will find the musings of a poet,

her tapestry of multimedia art,

her books, poetry, art and the ramblings of eventide.

Follow the Clay Road into the distance to discover something

about life from your inner poet.

This is the time to create, to travel, to read, to write.

The poetry is here, like the fields of lavender.

The valley that produces the scented oil rolls off into the mountains. 


Victoriana Video by Emily Isaacson

Victoriana Poetry

Victorian Portrait


At times we hold a paint brush for a self-portrait,

then are captured by another’s face.


The vanity mirror over the bonnet chest

hunted my image, creating a self-portrait,

and choraled my maze of human emotion

into the glassy eyes with fringed lids,

bossy curls, nomadic hairline,

purling mouth, with teeth like

knitting needles,

clickety-clack, purl, purl.


My scarf of faith had the same quality

of seven church services, only more colourful,

with wool singing an hymn

of having once been carded, spun,

and dyed. Now the lamb saw

her practical purpose, in giving

of the fleece that would start white as snow,

then drift into other bright-hued shades.


Emily Isaacson

Read more sample poems from Victoriana.