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Sarah Crowe

 

 

 

mary anning, fossil hunter

she wore her dead sister’s name as a cloak
to ward off the sea’s icy wrath
trawled stony beaches
sought curiosities with cut calloused hands
chiselled and hammered jurassic rocks
to display
ammon’s horns, snakestones, devil’s fingers, verteberries
she sold fossils to survive
a landslide buried her dog
she discovered temnodontosaurus, dimorphodon and plesiosaurus
dinosaurs
georgian gentlemen covered her name with theirs
at the british museum
a bad reflection
at the british museum
georgian gentlemen covered her name with theirs
dinosaurs
she discovered plesiosaurus, dimorphodon and temnodontosaurus
a landslide unburied the first ichthyosaur
she sold fossils to survive
ammon’s horns, snakestones, devil’s fingers, verteberries
to display
chiselled and hammered jurassic rocks
sought curiosities with cut calloused hands
trawled stony beaches
to ward off the sea’s icy wrath
she wore her dead sister’s name as a cloak.

 

 

Sarah Crowe lives in Norwich with her two Blue British Shorthair cats, Pollywiggle and Barneypig and husband.
She particularly enjoys incorporating wordplay into her poetry. She has published in Egg Box Publishing and South Bank Poetry Magazine.

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