I DREAMED A TURBID DREAM
WITH LOW-LYING EYES
AND BECAME

Wendelin Law

the dene of a leith

the dene of a lush 

body, a writhing leash 

—unleashed, a rush in-  

fallible, I yielded 

to the swelling firth

over begrimed canals

over-flowing—over 

braes slipping—

over burns and burns

swaddled by the leith

—tonguing air

my throat soused

in ripples and pebbles, 

rising-and-falling babbles—

a dyadic nakedness:

  [spasms]: give me more

  [more & more]: hone me

more and bend me, deep

down the gulf and up 

bulging hills, the aether

exudes white ruptures—

crooned and climaxed

with more, more— —

Wendelin Law (@wendylawwrites) is a poet and writer born and raised in Hong Kong’s concrete jungle. She currently lives in Edinburgh—where the rain is a constant downpour of em-dashes—and Arthur’s Seat roar is akin to that of the Lion Rock (an iconic mountain in Hong Kong). She is the 1st prize winner of Verve Poetry Festival Competition 2023 and was shortlisted for Magma’s Poetry Pamphlet Competition 2022.