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The patterns of hair are like contour lines

The War Office called for a water-diviner 

at Gallipoli – Çanakkale Savaşı

Instead, four geologists disembarked,

ready to find water, each marked

by a sunburned patch on the back of their neck.

A diviner was wanted, not geologists

No-one had yet surveyed the land

below North Hill – the central axis of the malvern

range. The most ancient, where rowan branches

grow to dowsing rods. Where the geologist’s wife

First Slips on the wet grass, breaks course, 

knowing these rocks are absent.

Filed under: NaPo 2020, Poetry

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Sarah-Jane is an educator at Hereford College of Arts and a postgraduate researcher at Birmingham City University. Her poetry can be read in various journals, including the Muddy River Poetry Review, the Wales Haiku Journal, The Inflectionist Review and Black Bough Poetry's Deep Time Two Anthology. She was shortlisted for the Haiku Foundation's Touchstone Award in April 2020.

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