Into the fold

by Anthy Strom

Image credit: Rhand McCoy on Unsplash

I am living large

In a time of split lips and bruised oranges

Like a bug caught in amber, suddenly revived

A star-trapped tardigrade offered a glass of water

Once cloistered by the long reign of

Monotonous agony, smothering seclusion

I breathe with the wind

I love deeply the smell of sea-brine

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Anthy Strom

Anthy Strom is a poet based in High River A.B. Their work has recently appeared in Croak and Harrow House Journal. When not writing, hiking or cat-wrangling, they can be found desperately battling the mint that has currently taken over their garden.