a close-up of the cliff edge.
michael’s gone for ice cool
plum. there’s a sparse little
tuft of grass, and a faint
sliver of lichen.
a hand tentatively grasps
its way into the shot, with
dirty finger nails. orangey
dirt. it helps to lever his
head into view, with matching
helmet and grey-black straps.
he sighs deeply, like gargling.
you see two other people quite
a bit further down, looking up.
one in blue and one in red, letting
out more rope from a pulley.
as the rope goes through the
clip, its whinney out-castratos
the top guy clips a carabiner
onto a nut and starts pulling up
the rope. he looks round at the
two below and gives them a
thumbs up. they start to relax.
Colin Herd was born in 1985. His first book 'too okay' was published in 2011, and a chapbook came out the same hear called 'like' (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press). Poems, reviews and articles have been published in a wide range of digital and print publications including Jacket2, Shampoo, HTMLGIANT, 3:AM Magazine, Chroma, Aesthetica and Mirage #4/Period(ical).