Fear Knot and Whispering the Secrets by Susan Lindsay

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SUSAN LINDSAY / FEAR KNOT & WHISPERING THE SECRETS



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Fear Knot

Fear Knot

By Susan Lindsay


2013 / 72 pages / €10 (marked down from €12)
ISBN: 978-1-907682-29-2
Cover art: Deborah Watkins

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Whispering the Secrets

Whispering the Secrets

By Susan Lindsay


2011 / 72 pages / €8 (marked down from €12)
ISBN: 978-1-907682-04-9
Cover art: Waxart




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SUSAN LINDSAY is originally from Dublin but now lives in Galway. She has read her work at Over the Edge literary events and at Clifden Arts Week, and was a member of the Faber Academy, Dublin poetry class in 2010. A social work graduate (TCD, 1975), she has been a psychotherapist, group leader, workshop facilitator and trainer for over thirty years. Whispering the Secrets is her first book of poetry. Her follow-up collection, Fear Knot, was published in 2013.


SAMPLE POEMS FROM FEAR KNOT

Making Headway

A woman at the helm
steadies the tiller
he is the mast, sails
catch wind
billow in light breeze
reeled in
taut
they skim the waves

about turn
jibe
take a fresh tack.

In the Darkness

                               of the asylum
she made pâpier machée beads
from crushed paper
the stickiness satisfying,
her fingers immersed in glue
smoothing torn squares
in layers on the surface.

When the occupational therapist
spent the last of her budget
on metallic paint and a volunteer
donated gold she found light
could create something

                                   
beautiful.

SAMPLE POEMS FROM WHISPERING THE SECRETS

Not a Question of Belief

I put my faith in mystery. Listen
at the altar to the unknown god.

Work out by living
the unfolding question of life
dance
although it is hard
to celebrate mean thoughts
and fear of scarcity and loss and death.

I create graven images for shelter
edifices of belief–boxes–
and cling to sides blown open.

In fear I hope, embrace darkness
light a candle to love, lower ramparts
surrender to Mystery.

Beaches I have Danced Upon:
IV. Dog’s Bay, Roundstone

Ocean, be mine.

White sand stretches
to the curve of the dunes
and the headland beyond.
But I wait until my return
to the shelter of the first rocks
that make a cove
and then, out of sight of houses
perched on the hillside,
I sing.

Ocean be mine.

My sound and that of the sea
are one.
I dance on the sand
with the waves.
Sealwoman.
Recede
leave only dampness behind.

As I dance
I remember
you were to take me to dinner
when you visited friends
in Roundstone.
I have heard not one word.

And I ride the waves with white stallions
leave a taste of salt in the air.