The second issue of Salt Publishing magazine, Horizon Review, edited by Jane Holland, is online.
Published alongside Fiona Sampson, Daljit Nagra, Jane Draycott and other wonderful poets, Susan Richardson has not one, two, three, but four exquisite poems in the issue here. You won’t regret taking the time to read them. Susan, I love them.
The white of this screen burns
my eyes. Its unswerving glare
might well make me snow-blind.
There was a time when words would fly
across the screen, like a dog-team speeding,
each at its peak and pulling
equally and all I’d have to do was leap
aboard the sledge, guide it
in the right direction, then
relish the ride.
we hit uneven ice.
Bumped over ridges.
I fell from the sledge. The dogs fled.
The instructions I yelled
had no meaning.
So now, with tender eyes,
I must hunt for a hole in the white
at the rim
for the whiskered nose of inspiration,
for a flippered urge to surge to the surface.
And when it comes, I won’t shoot it,
harpoon it skin it rip its liver out and eat it raw
leave banners of blood on the snow.
No. I’ll feed it all the saffron cod and shrimp it needs,
teach it to move with the ease it knows beneath
but first, I’ll take a few steps back
and just let it
First published in Creatures of the Intertidal Zone
(Cinnamon Press, 2007).