Poetry: No Rabbits in the Hours Before Dawn by Sue Finch

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No Rabbits in the Hours Before Dawn

Suddenly the whole world narrowed;
wheat fields and green forests dropped off the edge
leaving the straight grey road halved by white lines.
Ahead an unreachable horizon,
no hills
and no rabbits in the hours before dawn.

My world became 
a clouded midday of stolen shadows,
trees stripped of their leaves by Winter’s return 
offered their branches to ravens
so they could sit mocking with their rusty-hinge calls.

With that phone call I heard you might die. 
We all will die, of course,
but we are not ready.

We have not seen enough
rabbits in the hours before dawn. 

Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

Poetry: No Second Chance by Sue Finch

No Second Chance

The winter had brought me darkness,
made me cold to the bones,
kept me hidden inside.

A need for warmth set my desire for kindling.

A wigwam of newspaper and dried twigs 
waited in the grate.

And there was the axe,
weapon-ready from the night before
when I feared an intruder in the cellar.

I swung and missed first time.

The log wobbled, 
rocked before settling 
like the last vibrations of a saucepan lid 
dropped on the kitchen floor.

So I held it still;
thick log suddenly dainty
between my thumb and forefinger.

Next swing hit.
Metal threatening my veins 
with black paint and mud. 
I needed to bleed.

The air, fresh with evergreens
and lingering frost
held my mind sharp.

I couldn’t look.
I just raised my hand
as if to ask a question 
and began pacing.

Wash it under the tap, she said. 
Too fragile. Hardly joined.
I refused.

I saved my fainting for the doctor,
for the moment he wielded metal trimmers
to scissor my finger straight.



Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

I Saw Jesus in a Tomato by Sue Finch

I Saw Jesus in a Tomato

I was at my nan’s
and there he was 
rocking to steadiness
in a halved tomato 
next to a rough cuboid of cheese.
When I showed her she nodded,
murmured affirmation,
but I wonder did she really see him?
Maybe her eyes were like mine are now.
 
I ate him.
He was a woody version of grass
as I swallowed him hard
not wanting him to get stuck 
in my throat.
 
No phones then to capture the moment
only a headline in my mind.
When I returned home I told my mum
what I had seen
but I think perhaps she thought I was lying
or had conjured him from my imagination.
 
Months later I worried them all 
in the same room,
nan, grandad, mum, brother.
Quick spit it out,
Get it out of her mouth! I heard 
as the grown ups stood in horror.
They had watched me
bite through the first glass
I had ever been allowed to use there.
All I knew was 
I had been staring at the crucifixes 
I could make from the patterns 
on the new wallpaper.

Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

I Think She Left Me in the Frozen Aisle by Sue Finch – poetry

I Think She Left Me in the Frozen Aisle

I had just helped to put two tins of pineapple chunks in the basket. I turned to the freezers wondering why she liked crushed pineapple with custard. Too yellow. Too sloppy. I leant over the edge of the freezer and looked at the pictures on the packets – rocket shapes and sprinkles, choc-ices and tubs and tubs of ice-cream. I put my head right down into the cold and breathed. It was wonderful. I inhaled again wanting the smell in my brain all day. Then I headed for the checkout – we would need to pay now. She wasn't there. Maybe she had gone round the other side for fish fingers. I went to look. She wasn't there. She must have gone away for ever. My dad did that. I stood very still and cried. 



A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Sue Finch @Soopoftheday

Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

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