This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Ilse Pedler Poem

Limestone, marble, chalk or this spiralled
skeleton, spun in crystal sheets, pearl lids

covering the softest insecurities and from
these mineral beginnings, a form

of delicate complexity surprises itself
but unseen, its beauty is harled, is left

concealed in crevices, its journey coursed
from pulling silent undertow to scoured

by grit and tide, unfurrowed and littering
the shore. We seize the pearly glitter in

our hands; each one a death, each one a united
purpose finished. It begins again – the bonds untied.
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