Northwords Now Issue 37

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Folk Tapped Pots

by Lydia Harris

and the pots sang back.
Folk whooped into the hollow bellies of pots.
The whoops whirled into gales, clotted into pebbles.

The pebbles skidded and rolled like planets breathing gases and vapours


Grooved Ware
As PrayerPoem by Lydia Harris
'Energy is an attribute of objects'Poem by Lydia Harris
Folk Tapped PotsPoem by Lydia Harris
How I know youPoem by Lydia Harris
Pots StillPoem by Lydia Harris
She that will have a pot out of the clayPoem by Lydia Harris
The Words of the Pot to the SwallowPoem by Lydia Harris
Tracing the Lines Exhibition Tankerness House Poem by Lydia Harris