My roaring fire and ice-cold diet coke.
My mother’s red beret and her dark green coat.
My autumn leaves when they crisp and fall,
My father’s and his father’s market stall.
Ripe cherries when spring sees sun
Sugar snap peas when the cherries are done.
Witches and harlots, their potions and brews,
My faded, burgundy, combat boots.
Old women with narrow eyes and round glasses.
The righteous and hungry roar of the masses.
Shakespeare’s women, their eloquent pain
Dancing in the field when it’s pouring with rain.
The slow blink of a cat keeping secrets.
When a man finally admits his weakness.
Scholars with fig trees and chairs full of books,
When women give each other that knowing look.
When word came down from high above,
And writing, my first and only love.
Grace Hall (she/they) is a nineteen- year-old poet from Northern England. She is a feminist, a Jew, and a history student who feels that Queerness is a great strength in life and in art. Her poetry focuses on themes such as bisexuality, womanhood, love and nature. These themes inspire her daily life and, in turn, her poetry. Grace published her first poem in Unfiltered Magazine at the age of sixteen, and has since published poems in Binge Magazine, Paper Lanterns Literature, Pastel Serenity Zine and the Luna Collective.