ella b. winters

Terramation

Today, the sun taps at the edge

of the world, like breaking in

to a soft-boiled egg, warmth ready 

to ooze from the core

How can I know myself on a day

that suddenly goes on forever? 

The lake perimeter fizzing with life, 

green-smelling and unexpected, 

the pale crocus bodies

pierce the callous earth

like a resurrection, announced

by relentless gulls. And I

slip in the stubborn mud, 

soft and unctuous as bone

marrow, which pulls me in, coats me, 

pulls me under, until I am a part

of this callous earth, too, sun-warmed

crocuses spear through me. 

Ella B. Winters (she/they) is a social worker, researcher, and writer, living on the South-East coast of England with her partner and their sausage dog. Her poetry often explores themes of identity, memory and belonging. It was nominated for the Forward prize and the Pushcart prize.