a poem I wrote after my time in St Andrews in April, almost a year after I graduated. I’m sending love and gratitude to all those who helped me along my way.
I came back to a place that was trial by fire
only to find the hearth of a beloved inn
here, my sisters–hillwalkers, anthropologists,
philosophers and domestic goddesses
have pulled up chairs and rockers to gossip
to mhmm over mistakes and knit scarves
for our daughters caught in the cold
to drink down spells of sisterhood
and to eat the flesh of slain monsters
—St Andrews 2018