Poetry 9 June 2021 The NS Poem: Lee Miller A new poem by Janet Murray. Getty Critic Frederick Laws and American photographer Lee Miller (1907-1977) in March 1950. Sign UpGet the New Statesman's Morning Call email. Sign-up She was scissor-cut, torn head, creased hair, shivered by each breeze. A paper doll, she feared a giant bird could carry her off, or dogs run past eight-legs-fast. In the camera’s eye, a model, her beauty pasting paper ribbons. She pivoted behind the camera thrown into war’s theatre, the new images splashed in Vogue. She washed herself in Hitler’s bath (Dave Scherman took the picture), left her Dachau-dirty boots on Hitler’s bath-mat, a moment of revenge. But the images wouldn’t stay outside disturbed the papery doll inside the pasted edges tore apart. Janet Murray grew up in Lancashire and now lives in London. She is a former winner of the Fish Publishing Poetry Prize. › Dementia drama The Father is a campaign of disorientation Subscribe For more great writing from our award-winning journalists subscribe for just £1 per month! This article appears in the 09 June 2021 issue of the New Statesman, The Covid cover-up?