My mother the seal

by Elizabeth Trew

Poems of displacement, interactions in a variety of social landscapes, in temporary homes that offer respite and change, and which find solace in the natural world.

“My exiled days return to you,

nudge my certain landing

rush towards your open cosmos eye

through gold-reef doorways city deep”.

(Homecoming)

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