Poetry by Susan Lynch

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Walking Distance

Up the naked hedgerow, still fine rooms
for chiffchaff and chough.
Raddled galleries trill red bills.

Broke stalks of buff husks
hiss like last embers
wan gestures of rag and bone.

Crows comma bare oaks.
A herd of swans pasture as wingèd sheep
then bevy, then wedge, over Sparsey.

Murmurous sedge stand sentinel
as jack snipes bubble in the fen
in feathered hauberks, crouched

near dawn. Flown, the rock doves
from barrow and cairn.
A masterpiece of wrens.

 

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The View from Nowhere

The fields hold miracles
crept-through lupines
jungle-high, owl clover
and meadowfoam. While we

griped about the rains […]


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Fallow

Frost-limned as this chocolate field,
I’ll lie quiet, numb and open to the rain. […]


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Susan Lynch graduated from Reed College with a creative poetry thesis, “Ethics for Invisible Worlds”, and spent a year abroad at Oxford University reading English while traipsing the footpaths and living in a Jacobean manor. Poems from her MFA poetry collection, “Into the All Empty” have appeared in Bombay Gin, the Oxford Poetry Society’s journal, Ash, the neo:anthology, and elsewhere. She lives on Vashon Island, Washington, where she teaches poetry and poetics, and is a shaman-poet.

Read More: A brief interview with Susan Lynch