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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Damaris West trained in Romance languages but loves all poetic language. After living in Italy for thirteen years, she moved to Scotland. Author of three published novels, her poetry has appeared recently in Writers' Magazine, Stanza Poetry's Map of Scotland, The Poetry Kit's plague year anthology, and Snakeskin. Her website is:

Damaris West

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A gull sails
Past my winter window.
His fierce eye holds,
Like film, coves
Of green glass sea,
Wind-ruffled thrift atop
Sheer cliffs,
Rainbows of herring,
Curves of coastline mastered
By a single wingbeat.

I go with him,
Mount his ivory sides and rise
Through smoky mist
Hearing his cry,
Hearing the sound of space
Echo through the room.