Mistress Moor
You breathe with her,
the hills like lungs, feather-light heather's
olive bronchioles and fractured
alveoli scattered over the earth.
Cobalt catches the sun
and dims to flint – a merlin, soaring,
slipping swiftly overhead.
Electric. Pulsing.
Light caresses clavicles,
rough peaks kissed softly,
spinning gold from grass
in shimmering streaks.
Her essence is infectious,
her heartbeat your lifeline.
Lizzie Alblas is a poet and PhD student in Creative Writing at The University of Nottingham, currently developing a poetry collection centred around female figures in world mythology and folklore. Her work has appeared in Laced (which she also co-edited), Nottingham Poetry Exchange’s Voices, and in Whole, a zine created through collaborative workshops. She can be found at https://thingwithfeathers.home.blog/ and on Twitter here: @LizzieAlblas.
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