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Pascale Petit: Hummer

I think of the unspoken, his airless room,
the words my father coaxed from his lungs
with the help of oxygen. The suitcase I found
on the shelf above his bed, with its jars
of mummified occupants, how I unwrapped
the photo curled around each hummingbird couple
like a sarcophagus, the smell of honey
mixed with formaldehyde, and how, when I prised
the male from the female, their throats
glowed like embers just above slit chests.
I saw it all then – a boy with his slingshot
in the forest at dawn, his hands pinning
the hummer’s wings, the penknife slicing
through its narrow breast, its tiny heart torn out –
still beating, hot on my father’s tongue.


Copyright 2024 Pascale Petit. First published in Poetry.

Pascale Petit was born in Paris and lives in Cornwall, UK. She is of French, Welsh, and Indian heritage. Her eighth collection of poetry, Tiger Girl (Bloodaxe, 2020), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize and for Wales Book of the Year. Her seventh, Mama Amazonica (Bloodaxe, 2017), won the inaugural Laurel Prize and the RSL Ondaatje Prize. Her debut novel, My Hummingbird Father, is due from Salt in 2024 and her ninth collection, Beast, from Bloodaxe in 2025.

Pascale Petit (photo by Derrick Kakembo)

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8 comments on “Pascale Petit: Hummer

  1. Lisa Zimmerman
    April 4, 2024
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    Difficult and also with such fine imagery.

    Like

  2. rosemaryboehm
    April 3, 2024
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    What a poem. No words.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sean Sexton
    April 3, 2024
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    Wow what a poem!

    Liked by 2 people

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