In the wood, the Grizzly took me for her own.
Dressed me in the blood of others, added
mud, and bone. I ran with her for ten
full seasons, pitched low in winter, a mirror
twinned in spring. We fed slim from river,
mapped the grass as graph paper, each blade,
each turn of stone. We could not climb trees,
find the bee’s sweet honey that could be home.
Header photograph © Bear Weaver.
Lynn Valentine lives on the Black Isle in the Highlands, She is working towards her debut poetry collection which will be published by Cinnamon Press early in 2022, after winning their Literature Award. She has a Scots language pamphlet – ‘A Glimmer o Stars’ – out with Hedgehog Poetry in summer 2021, after winning their dialect competition. Lynn was one of five ‘North’ poets to be commissioned by the Scottish Poetry Library as part of their Champions project 2020.
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