Not In These Shoes
4/5
()
About this ebook
Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch’s debut collection for Picador introduces a young poet with a remarkable range of imaginative tactics at her disposal, and seems to announce not one, but several new voices. Not In These Shoes is an act of uncanny ventriloquism, and a distinct spirit haunts each of Wynne-Rhydderch’s meticulously drawn spaces. Whether conjuring the interior of a toy snowstorm, a flooded valley, a woman in a backless dress, a ship’s figurehead or a matador in a hotel room, Wynne-Rhydderch finds a voice that perfectly commands our attention.
‘A major voice in contemporary poetry. Razor-sharp wit, a singing vitality of language, and remarkable technical prowess' Penelope Shuttle
'Mysterious and erotic, heartfelt, sophisticated and immensely readable - there's not a page that doesn't stir the imagination. It's a book I've been waiting years to read' Robert Minhinnick
Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch
Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch has published two collections, Rockclimbing in Silk (Seren, 2001), and Not in These Shoes (Picador, 2008), which was shortlisted for Wales Book of the Year 2009.
Related to Not In These Shoes
Related ebooks
Banjo Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsProof of Identity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy Magnum Opus Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDandy Gilver and an Unsuitable Day for a Murder Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Walking Uphill at Noon: Poems Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Calm Jazz Sea Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Popcorn Dance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Watchmaker (A Novelette) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMining For Sun Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTormentil Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Eternal City: Poems Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Poetry & Place Anthology 2015 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Railway Station Man: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Drifting off Hawaii Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJudder Men Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDriver's Education: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beautiful Passing Lives Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Graveyard for Lunatics: Another Tale of Two Cities Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The John Meade Falkner Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSix of the Best by W F Harvey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsExactly My Own Length Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHotel Savoy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSolar Tides Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGirl in the Moonlight: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Seven Poor Travellers Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOn Days Such as This Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Pincus Legacy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMoonfleet (Horror Classic) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCrome Yellow Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Santiago Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Poetry For You
The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Edgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Letters to a Young Poet (Rediscovered Books): With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You Better Be Lightning Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ReadOn Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pillow Thoughts II: Healing the Heart Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A New English Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Not In These Shoes
3 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Not In These Shoes - Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch
Snowstorm
Découpage
The day of your post mortem
I cleaned the kitchen
to blot out the hour you’d be cut up,
made apple pie, scrubbed the table
again, wondering how
you were getting on. If you were here
you’d be sat there with your pinking shears
thinking in appliqué, stencilling
quilted queens: Branwen, Marie-Antoinette,
long-necked with their net coronets,
sewn into chiffon gowns, sequins pinned into their eyes,
silk lips slit into diamonds, their cheekbones
slashed indigo lines.
I reconstruct your mosaic face
in my head as I wash up, I,
restricted by nine stitches in my back,
itself a collage of red lines and thread,
my deckle-edged tumour out of the picture now.
We were trying to piece you together,
your new tenant explains on the phone,
what you leave behind tells a story, doesn’t it?
Backless
I’ll take it. And that was how
I bought my second skin, my dress
with half the back scooped out.
Swathed in fish-scale, I teetered
along the shop floor,
in sequins, tall with a train. My tail
late in my wake, I swished down
the hall. On a gondola I slid,
raw, silked, my back silvery,
an opaque window of skin.
At two a.m., an inverted arch:
my dress, peeled off and slung
over an arm that was not yours
but the croupier’s, his back
foursquare to me, mine shimmering
like the sweep of the bay
under the stars. Later, the wardrobe
door let it all hang out, his life
in all its hues: racing green, duck white,
Maxwell blue. Maxwell, name of a sloop
whose mast stood fast in the floor
of our house, a backbone
stripped of her assets, like me
in my set-piece dress. Spineless?
Listen, I’m a roulette babe, able
to put my own spin on any white
tie-and-tails. When he appeared
backlit in the marquee, gathering
his pieces of eight, intoning his odds
in the small hours, my bets were long
placed, half-size maple-backed violin
that I was against the wall,
enthralled by his lapels, trailing
my signature river down the stone
staircase towards