THE ROPE WALK
I have to figure out fatigue.
I climb all day and spin and hold
my body in only the most treacherous
positions until I want to weep
with tiredness. I need warm food.
So now I climb. And when I can
do it no more I climb more. And some
thing stops me climbing and I override
the thing to climb again. Knowing
my body, its mass, when and how
muscles fail, the mechanics of it.
And the thing stops me and
I climb through the thing and
no matter how I try I can not climb until
I fall, over and over I try, thinking
I know what a body can do
and it can not do this.
Other poems from The Rope Walk availiable online
Finely balanced, taut, and strong - Takahe Magazine
Taut, linguistically striking and thematically inventive, The Rope Walk is a dazzling work - Landfall Review Online
I love this collection. I love the grace, the phrasings, the syntax — the flecks of life and the speckles of fiction that move you out of routine into the sheer pleasure of poetry - The Poetry Shelf
She has pared and honed the line to such a slim thing: an aesthetic of verbal simplicity yet psychological density - Emma Neale on The Poetry List, The Poetry Shelf, 2013.
An intriguing debut - Otago Daily Times, 2013.
While lyrical and pretty in places, The Rope Walk has teeth - Nelson Mail, 2013.
You can firmly smell the salty air - Booksellers NZ, 2013.
The characters are vividly alive, the stories resonant, the language lovely - Anna Jackson on The Poetry List, The Poetry Shelf, 2013.
These poems restore our sense of the rough, jagged edges of New Zealand, the uncertainty of existence – what is my role here? – and the dearth of solid answers - Valley Voice, 2013.