laying down the record
memory of oak, birch and hazel
sometime discovered
lay hand on me
keep me from the bony moon
I cross one side to the other
come I to the wall with the doles
the saint in my wake
the crouched beast under my arm
a boat breaks its moorings
when I come to fallow land
what trails are exposed
at your coming hither
one for the snipe uncorked from the gorse
one for the earths crisp coat
Lydia Harris has made her home in the Orkney island of Westray. Her second full collection, Henrietta’s Library of the Whole Wide World was published by Blue Diode in March.
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