Child of the Mountain

Child of the Mountain – Lore Graham

carved myself from the stone given life
groped for my own shape in darkness
sculpted myself from inside out, freed
from entombment, cut to
sharp edges
right angles
smooth planes

cut from boulder, cleft from mountain
risen from land, spilt up and out from
molten core over eons past, nothing but
a speck, til I knew this body could
feel its shape
form myself
forget what was

Am I statue, or am I earth?


Lore Graham is an author of speculative fiction and poetry who lives in Massachusetts. When ze isn’t writing, ze is usually reading, cooking, or throwing parties. You can find more of zir work at