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Agnes Marton: a poem

We Feel At Home While Running

Huskies in Svalbard

Husky choir:

Adolfbukta, Anitavika,

Alkenebbet, Angelinberget,

Arrdalen, Arielhamaren,

Amenfonna, Austlibekken,

Askheimodden, Askelintoppen.*

Leading dog:

We are put at the back of the sledge

to run backwards, all six of us,

on the tips of our toes, bottomwise.

I'm the leading dog, besides győőő, hóóóó

my ears show the guys every order,

right, left, slow, fast, always at the ready.

My padded sole is tattering the slush.

Our human aims to return to

what he calls a mrrrr Christmas.

We slice the smirrrr of the darkscape

like the axe smashes our treat,

dried codfish with soft atlas of juice in the deep. * Place names in Svalbard

This poem first appeared in Ink Sweat and Tears. Agnes Marton is a Hungarian-born poet, writer, librettist, Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (UK) and Reviews Editor at The Ofi Press. Recent publications include her collection Captain Fly's Bucket List and four chapbooks with Moria Books (USA). She won the National Poetry Day Competition in the UK.


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