Cape Evans Hut, Winter 1911
They scour rank bodies with snow —
use bone-handled brushes, thick
with grime, to restore their teeth to
they perch and shear each other’s heads
the lofty necks of their pullovers.
On the Captain’s birthday
red currant jelly enamels mutton like
as they shave on Sundays;
their soap is Army & Navy catalogue issue.
close as children — spines
and necks contort and joints
mortise and tenon neatly.
the air is full of drift.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rose Collins completed an MA in Creative Writing at the IIML in 2010. She has had short fiction published in Turbine and Sport and her poetry has appeared in the NZ Poetry Society’s anthology, Building a Time Machine (2012). She lives on Banks Peninsula. The quotation used in this poem is from Robert Falcon Scott’s diary, 18 January 1911.