Two Poems
Lavinia Greenlaw, 25 October 2018
I have found a form for my grief in the memory of a young deer I glimpsed by the side of the road half destroyed half poised to make a leap.
The snow held in place its shock at being collapsed back into the earth while yet to know what it was here for or what needed to be done.
Did you think the earth had taken hold the day you pulled off the road and walked away from...