spring
in an ancestral language i never learnt
the earth labours life like a burden and a prayer
when spring emerges
to lay down leaves
in an ancestral language i never learnt
still i speak
through the shrapnel from winter’s bone
that sits in my throat
to care
for the things that make it out alive
Megan Robinson (she/her/hers) is a writer from Cambridge, UK. She holds an MPhil in Social Anthropology from the University of Cambridge. You can find her on Twitter @megan_molleyflo and Instagram @transientspaces
