Snails & Trilobites
by Catherine Graham
Radiating coolness like my grandmother’s cellar
I pocket a stone from Portmuck Harbour.
Stamped with a snail shell, it fossils me
to the summer of my mother’s first operation
when we moved to Ridgeway, to a house on a quarry.
Three decades before her birth, an underground faucet
turned the limestone basin into a water pit.
Walking the pipe-holed edges, I’d stoop
to touch the leftover lives of little animals
radiating coolness like my grandmother’s cellar.
Catherine Graham, M.A. in Creative Writing in Poetry (Lancaster University), lives in Burlington, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in The Fiddlehead, Poetry Ireland Review, Books Ireland and other international journals. Her work is anthologized in Signals (Abbey Press) and she is included in The White Page-Twentieth Century Irish Women Poets (Salmon Publishing).
The Watch (Abbey Press), reviewed in
TDR, is her first chapbook.
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