REQUIEM FOR A PONY i.m. Antarctic ponies 1907– 1913
Ice melts
Pony faces
Requiem sound
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Stable song
(pony choir)
Are we up
Are we down
Do we stand
On the ground?
Do we run
Do we walk
What to do
With all this talk?
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Reading
When the sky bent
Over the ponies
And gave them
A deep blue kiss
They were already cold
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Psalm: for Captain Lawrence Oates
(pony voices)
You led us through ice pastures
Over frozen waters
You stayed when the cruellest
Blizzards left us belly-deep
In snow
At times we hardly moved
Such terrible tiredness
Only you knew we had become
Ghosts
Like a Sanctuary Lamp
You comfort us still
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Homily
In the blizzard
At Camp 15
Ponies wore vestments
Of ice
Kept the faith
Remember them
In the driven snow
Of altar cloths
In the click of sledgeometers
In the cry of the wind
The skull of a skua
When sun slips
Through leadlight windows
It leaves patterns
Think microscopic slides
Of pony hair
Flutters of fringe fibre
Their own DNA
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Raise your voices
For ponies that swayed
On boats for seven weeks
And could never sit down
For those that broke legs
For those terrified
By killer whales
Yet jumped on command
For those that fell
Into crevasses
For those that heard
The gun
For those who saw it
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Supper
(pony voices)
At the foot of the Glacier
We died on the altar of ice
For you
Snow buried our blood
Remember those of us you froze
Those of us you ate
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Benediction
Farewell our blessed ponies
Now the sledges
Are loaded with your
Courage your perseverance
Your Spirit and faithfulness
May you dwell forever
In the House of Ice
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Sestina for Pony Choir
Ice
Pony
Sky
Falling
Song
Remembers
Remembers
Ice
Song
Pony
Falling
Sky
Sky
Remembers
Falling
Ice
Pony
Song
Song
Sky
Pony
Remembers
Ice
Falling
Falling
Song
Ice
Sky
Remembers
Pony
Pony
Falling
Remembers
Song
Sky
Ice
Pony song
Falling sky
Remembers ice
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Post Requiem Photo Tribute
(pony voices)
An open mouth of moving photos
We walk towards or away from
Solid and persuasive as a mass choir
Ice maps the glow of snow melts darkness
With a smooth tongue nestles like eggs
In the petrie dishes of floating bays
Wakes our stables with the loneliness
Stares at us stares at us
Till we’re not sure not sure
What to do
Kerrin P Sharpe
Kerrin P Sharpe has published five collections of poetry (with Te Herenga Waka University Press, Wellington). She has also had poems published in a wide range of journals including Oxford Poets 13 (Carcanet Press), Blackbox Manifold, Poetry (USA), berlin lit (Germany), PN Review and Stand (UK). She has also appeared in Best New Zealand Poems and in 2021 and 2025 received Michael King Writers’ residencies.
Kerrin: “I wrote this poem on my Michael King residency in November 2025. To get inside the minds of the ponies I read all I could about them. One source that was inspiring was the book The Lost Photographs of Captain Scott by David M Wilson.”
