Credit
Finding Shelter in the familiar
Katherine Diaper
Stromness, Orkney
Story
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
Remembering
Tears form
Walking the shore path to Warebeth
In your soft, red leather boots
Ink and seawater marks
Trace the familiar