Lucy Orbell



In Scotland
there are hills,
their shoulder blades
move as if adjusting
mid sleep.
When I see them
through wee streets
again and again
spread wide

I yawn and ache
We have been lying
here for years.
On occasion
we hold hands.
When winter comes
it is harder though.



Lucy Orbell is a poet based in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her house with many bugs and insects, so she has decided to give them names and write about them. Her poem Scotland was originally devised as a conversation with her father—who is Scottish.