Nazaret Ranea

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My grandfather, at eighty years old,
climbs up the olive tree
without looking down.

From up there, his bald head shines.
He’s getting old.

The curly hair covering his chest
was once his shield in the war.
Now, back home, under this sun,
it looks like a layer of foam.

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Nazaret Ranea is one of Scotland’s Next Generation Young Makars. Her poetry explores themes of nostalgia, memory, and home. Her work has appeared in over 50 publications internationally. You can find out more about her work here.