Poetry Corner


Illustration by Katy Read

This for my mother,

that hometruth bearer,

who taught perseverance

in a house made of ice.

This for my father

who each Hell sent day

smashed iron from stone

in the lightless depths.

This for my school

with its jagged desk edges,

each one a snag on

black, heavyset tights.

And this is for me,

wall-less and free,

a landbound selkie

with her very own key.

Harry Gallagher

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