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Friday Poem – ‘Blood Testing Piglets’, Ilse Pedler

Friday Poem Blood Testing Piglets Ilse Pedler

Our Friday Poem this week is ‘Blood Testing Piglets’ from Ilse Pedler’s debut poetry pamphlet, The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels.

The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels Ilse Pedler Friday PoemWinner of the 2015 Mslexia Poetry Pamphlet Competition, poet Ilse Pedler often writes from her perspective as a working Veterinary Surgeon. From her earliest days as a student of Applied Zoology at Bangor University, where she worked with hill sheep and had to visit an abattoir in Caernarfon, she has been involved at close-quarters with animals. Her deep knowledge and genuine love of them informs this art. A secondary theme is secrets: those we keep from others, those we keep from ourselves, those nature keeps from us.
Sometimes poignant, often comic, the poems in The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels display a keen intelligence and dynamism.

 

Isle Pedler Blood Testing Piglets

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday Poem – Suturing Secrets

Ilse Pedler The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels Mslexia pamphlet

This week’s Friday Poem is taken from Ilse Pedler’s new poetry pamphlet The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels.

The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels Ilse Pedler Friday PoemIlse Pedler’s marvelous debut poetry booklet, The Dogs that Chase Bicycle Wheels, won the 2015 Mslexia Poetry Pamphlet Competition. Many of her poems are about animals and how they interact with humans, and reflect her working life as a Veterinary Surgeon. Pedler has a careful, empathetic eye for the characteristics of the animals she comes across. Humans and their secrets are also observed, with a sharp wryness but also with a characteristic gentleness.

 

Suturing Secrets

We are divided into compartments,
separated by taut membranes,

glistening planes of connective tissue,
resilient boundaries. 

Today this is damaged,
anaesthetized, surgically explored

your diaphragm is a torn curtain hanging
and like a peep show I’m drawn to look behind. 

In the absence of pressure lungs hesitate
to inflate, do their best to conceal 

the frantic convulsions at your core,
the struggle for rebirth every second.

I look perhaps longer than I should
at the shuddering flesh, the labouring

beauty, then I pull the curtain back over
and suture the secret inside.

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