The Shape That Forms The Mouth When Talking of Home

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The Shape That Forms The Mouth When Talking of Home

Alice Hill-Woods

As someone who has lived in different corners of the world for most of my life, I have never attached a homely title to a particular place. Constantly moving and meeting and metamorphosing made me who I am. However, moving to Glasgow after I fell in love shattered this plane of existence, and I finally feel a riveting sense of belonging. All at once I feel at home and at peace and self-directed. I write poems all the time, but this one is a love poem to Glasgow. A love poem to Scotland. A place with meaning, where the roads that wind behind me twist into a bridge towards a glowing tomorrow.

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