a stone ridge exposed by wind,a lip of stone curled at the glaucous wind,its harrying across blown snow;a skyline ridge, blade-and-socket spineof something fossilised, claws sunkin the hidden world below;a ridge of stone, a pebbled eggabandoned in its cleft, the embryoa shock of livid skin in frozen oils;a granite ridge, its icebound edgeorbited by tracks of lupine shadowswerving out across the void.
nunatak:
Jane Lovell
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- January 16, 2021
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Jane Lovell is an award-winning British poet whose work focuses on our relationship with the planet and its wildlife. Her latest collection is the prize-winning The God of Lost Ways (Indigo Dreams Press). Jane also writes for Dark Mountain, Photographers Against Wildlife Crime and Elementum Journal. She lives in Kent and is Writer-in-Residence at Rye Harbour Nature Reserve.
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