Poem: ‘Newcomer’
Martha Sprackland, 6 December 2018
Новичóк
This is the deceptive border of the year – its crux – it has unique qualities. It can be disguised as a powder, as a precursor to pesticide.
The way to keep track of time is by the new buds blaring on the branch-ends acid-green and sleek as silk.
It’s sickening, their slick fecundity, their furtive spread. Hoist on the gold pins of their mount, their...