Finding Shelter in the familiar

Katherine Diaper

Stromness, Orkney

August 2020

A warm wind

Colander filling with Red Dukes

Loss, like swallowing a stone

Black dog at my feet waiting

Four mugs of tea and Meg’s brownies


Tears form

Walking the shore path to Warebeth

In your soft, red leather boots

Ink and seawater marks

Trace the familiar