from depths we wake
by Lindz McLeod
07/03/2020
Her yawns smell like silver bells
on an oatmeal morning.
All the cutlery of the world
has passed through this heart;
the molten blue of youth.
Oceans raised,
drip-dried from bunkbeds.
Anglerfish douse their lamps,
their docile victims ferried
over black-tongued rivers.
While seasons redden into warmth.
These fathoms without shadows.
about Lindz (she/they)
Lindz McLeod lives in Edinburgh, Scotland. Her short stories have been published by the Scotsman newspaper, the Scottish Book Trust, 365 Tomorrows; Lindz was commissioned by the Dundee Victoria & Albert Museum (voted one of Time Magazine's Greatest Places 2019) to write a short story for their 'Hello Robot' exhibition. She has published poetry with Allegory Ridge, Passaic/Völuspá, Prometheus Dreaming, For Women Who Roar, Ink Sweat & Tears, Coffin Bell, Selcouth Station, and more, with work forthcoming in Sunbeam Anthologies and The Selkie. Lindz is the competition secretary of the Edinburgh Writer’s Club and holds a Masters in Creative Writing. Her work explores emotional landscapes, issues around gender/sexuality, as well as her working-class Scottish heritage.