Fox cubs squabble and yip
Unseen beyond the barns
Beneath the quiet cloak of night
Siblings sifting through the scraps
And I lay soft upon an unmade bed
Unwinding curls in my hair
Alone, attempting to remember my features
Wondering if I look like my mother.
Oak Ayling is a young woman quietly stitching poetry into the blurry windswept border between Cornwall and Devon, England. Highly commended by Indigo Press in the Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize 2018, her work can be found in Anti Heroin Chic Magazine, the fast growing lit mag From Whispers to Roars and forthcoming charitable anthology ‘Shorthand’ by author Helen Cox in support of UK homeless charity Streetlink.