Northwords Now Issue 37

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Tracing the Lines Exhibition Tankerness House

by Lydia Harris

Cover your face against my stare,
I can’t get my fill. Too late
to return through water and flame,
you’re trapped in your frown.
Your eyes half-formed
you stiffen in flames
- little martyrs you stay,
however much you want to be unmade.


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