I’m not done, well I am but with any good poetry immediate slow reread in order.
Smyth’s poems are interesting in a way I’ve never experienced before. They demand to be read a certain way, like a performance. I read Famished first which was entirely different in demands. This one is making me break the way I normally read poetry - one full read in a sitting or two, then rereads. But One Wanted Thing wouldn’t allow me to read quickly my first go. It demanded one poem at a time, preferably after a walk. Yet despite the time space between they all flow together seamlessly.
How can words be so small on a page and yet so big in reading? It didn’t matter if the poem was about a moment in passing or about life changing events - they all spoke loudly to me, though sometimes in quiet beautiful ways. I cried reading, repeatedly. Ms Smyth thank you for writing.