Jane Lovell
a stone ridge exposed by wind,
a lip of stone curled at the glaucous wind,
its harrying across blown snow;

a skyline ridge, blade-and-socket spine
of something fossilised, claws sunk
in the hidden world below;

a ridge of stone, a pebbled egg
abandoned in its cleft, the embryo
a shock of livid skin in frozen oils;

a granite ridge, its icebound edge
orbited by tracks of lupine shadow
swerving out across the void.
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Nunatak is the Inuit word for 'lonely mountain,' an isolated mountain peak that protrudes through the ice. The poem is from a sequence that explores Arctic landscapes and the impact of human intrusion. By describing the nunatak through a series of definitions, I hoped to draw in the reader to consider its relationship with the stark and brutal environment, and to convey a feeling of power and menace. Some motifs are carried through from other poems in the sequence: the egg, the fossilised bones, tracks.  

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