I heard your feelings

Written By Victoria Spires

 Chewing up the valley like cold


   teeth. At the snout end, evidence

 

     of mass strandings,


    beached sediment. You write your


    sighs in bas-relief. What is it


     that lours you? A mood


        blooms through the cirque, soured


            milk stirred in phyllite


                tea. Always


                    one glottal stop away from spilling - 


                       a lip of tears, 


                       a million years past 


                         tremulous

Victoria Spires lives in Northampton. Her poems scribble in the margins of overheard ideas, nature, motherhood, and desire. She has been published in Berlin Lit, Suburban Witchcraft, Wildscape Lit, Ghost City Review, and Dust, among others. She was commended in the Ledbury Poetry Competition 2024 and the Poet’s Workshop Poetry Prize 2025 and shortlisted for the Aesthetica Arts Creative Writing Award. She is also a contributing editor at The Winged Moon. When she is not writing, she can be found running or crouching down looking at something interesting.

Victoria Spires

Victoria Spires lives in Northampton. Her poems scribble in the margins of overheard ideas, nature, motherhood, and desire. She has been published in Berlin Lit, Suburban Witchcraft, Wildscape Lit, Ghost City Review, and Dust, among others. She was commended in the Ledbury Poetry Competition 2024 and the Poet’s Workshop Poetry Prize 2025 and shortlisted for the Aesthetica Arts Creative Writing Award. She is also a contributing editor at The Winged Moon. When she is not writing, she can be found running or crouching down looking at something interesting.

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