At the Royal Ontario Museum
Four hundred pounds of rose pink muscle,
the dead heft of a whale’s heart, a mass
worthy of Rubens, worthy of Moore.
Visitors lean in to feel the quiver
of sea, pinned and plinthed
under glass, the thought of Arctic waters.
A bead of condensation
falls.
Lynn Valentine writes between dog walks on the Black Isle. Her work has been published online and in anthologies. She is organising her first poetry collection under the mentorship of Cinnamon Press after winning a place on their Pencil competition