A Moment with my Daughter
Just like I cut shapes
out of paper she calls me
I wanted to know
if she knew the feeling
of wondering where your seatbelt was
when you rode your bike.
But a question like that
peels back the skin to show
how scared I really am.
She wants to smell my hair
in the warm sun. I am the sun
burning up slowly, brightly.
I see her in silk robes
block printed in plum blossom
speaking a rough eastern tongue
undulating like the Sussex downs,
or a place in China I will never know.
We eat stellar rice with chops sticks.
It takes forever. So we talk
about cats, and how time
is a twist of a Rubics Cube in her hands
When all the sides are the same
I kanji her name on snips of paper
Start again, and again. 2.57minutes
is all it takes for us to renew.
Susannah Violette lives in the forests of Germany with her husband and two daughters. Nature is the blood of her work. The animals both within us and outside of us fascinate her and her poems become liminal spaces where the edges of these worlds blur. A Pushcart Prize nominee Susannah has had poems placed or commended in the Plough Prize, Westival International Poetry Prize, the Frogmore poetry prize, Coast to Coast to Coast Pamphlet Competition and appeared in various publications worldwide most recently Bloody Amazing, Pale Fire, For the Silent, Dreich, Alchemy Spoon, Finished Creatures, Channel and Strix.