I pray for linnets and kayaks the names, for the tongue that conjures them, I ask for bark cloth a traverse board, flexed elm spars for my hurts grant me bog cotton like melted snowdrifts, make me an overset jar with pooled jam at my lip. Colour me rose madder. I’ll gazing at the evening on this quiet shore the Hoy hills growing misty.
Lydia Harris lives in the Orkney island of Westray. She held a Scottish Book Trust New Writer’s Award in 2017. Her fourth pamphlet A Small Space is due from Paper Swans this year. Her first full collection, Objects for Private Devotion is due from Pindrop Press in 2022.