It fell before first night. Nest to gutter in a dirty vertical, a rook nestling stretches on the tarmac. Skin pockmarked with the stubble of ungrown feathers, still sticky with the lining of the shell’s cracked fontanelle. Rosie Garland is a uk-based poet, novelist and singer. This poem was inspired by a photo by Quinn […]
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