Grief carried by a small whale

by louise mather

Before I was driftwood & salt

& Mandraki a place with the huts

no rush for the dark glimmering where the wild dogs roamed the harbour alive each path was pine-dusk

flies sucked the juice from mandalas

in the sand if rules are for pouring a different chance calves off the hydrofoil dissolving

into waves grief carried by a small whale from the

earth if we all

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Louise Mather is a writer from Northern England and founding editor of Acropolis Journal. A finalist in the Streetcake Poetry Prize and Nominated Best of the Net, her work is published/upcoming in various print and online literary journals including The North, Acumen, Fly on the Wall Press, Dust Poetry Magazine, Cape and Ink, Sweat and Tears. Her debut pamphlet ‘The Dredging of Rituals’ is out with Alien Buddha Press, 2021. She writes about ancestry, rituals, endometriosis, fatigue and mental health. Twitter @lm2020uk

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