About the poet
Ruth Padel (b. 1947) has won the National Poetry Competition and written six collections of...
Palomino country. The midnight rodeo.
Then, "I've got to get back." But his sleep
Was sea-rattle and sigh
On a round-pebbled beach
And she was his hold on the sand
Underneath. "Wake him up. Make him go."
But each fold and pore of his cheek
In the wash of the lamp, eyelashes at rest
Where there'd be a dash of cleavage if
She wasn't on her back, his trust, weight,
Odysseus exhaustion, said no -
Give us three minutes more. Till she
Was sleep too: weed-swirl, out of depth,
At one with the sea of his breath.
from Voodoo Shop (Chatto, 2002), copyright © Ruth Padel 2002, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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