Mary Anning Roars to the Sea
by Sophie Kirtley
In 1811, twelve year old Mary Anning found the first complete Ichthyosaur skeleton on the beach near her home in Lyme Regis.
Wild waves crash, raw winds roar:
I hear the voice of the lost dinosaur.
I roar back. I am bold.
I roar because in my hand I hold
my hammer
to break
these rocks
apart
and unlock the secrets
at their old, cold heart.
‘I found your bones!’
I shout, all alone,
to the plesiosaur
who paddled and dived
who lived, then died,
right here, before,
so long before
me,
in my wind-flapped gown
with my salt-wet hair
staring down at the ground,
then up
up at the fast grey sky,
where seven white gulls
circle and cry, and circle, and I
squeeze my eyes half shut
and I half-spy
a pterosaur
on the wing.
‘I found your bones!’
I roar to the thing
who isn’t really there
anymore, then I roar
as I sing a half-made song,
with words half-right
and words half-wrong
with wild words lost
in the wind-spun air
and why do I sing?
Because I dare.
I dare to dig,
and I dare
to find
the bones and the shadows
left behind.
I dare to turn stone after stone
after stone,
I wear hard boots
and, I walk all alone,
here, right here,
with my hammer in my hand,
I dare to walk the land-slipped
shifty sand,
and I dare to learn
and to understand.
I dare to sing and I dare to roar
like the dinosaurs
who dared here
long long
before.
© Sophie Kirtley, from Dragons of the Prime: Poems about Dinosaurs (Emma Press, £10.99)
With kind permission of the poet