Frieda Hughes: My Week Was Pink

In her second exclusive poem, Frieda Hughes draws us effortlessly into a saccharine, crimson-hued world, as the ‘sweet pink stink of Barbie’ seeps through gaps, cracks and fissures in the landscape

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In between Greek and Hawaiian infernos and evacuating, not forgetting dogs, cats and rabbits,

And Ukraine and Russia baiting the burning bears in each other’s back yards,

The sweet pink stink of Barbie seeped through gaps, cracks and fissures in the landscape