Northern [Poetry]

This is a poem by Jenny McBride.

I have a compass

And it always points North.

Something in my inner ear

Bear towards the cold, the lonely.

The air is clean, the stars are loud

And the wild things are shaggy.

It clears my soul, it calms my sadness

And stokes my love of Earth to bursting.

I have a compass

And it always points North.

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Jenny McBride’s writing has appeared in The California Quarterly, The Rappahannock Review, Common Ground Review, Helen, Conclave, and other publications.  She makes her home in the rainforest of southeast Alaska.

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