Paula Bohince shares a poem on travelling

Promenade II, Paul Nash. Presented by the Trustees of the Paul Nash Trust 1971

Ache of unstabled horses at sundown; winter-

berry turned up to ten.  Escaping the tent’s nylon into

the frost’s first breath, I thought,

It’s the wanderings between stars, those leaps

that mean everything.  Marzipan

skin of Melissa in her red gingham bikini, afloat in the black

zero.  Me: febrile, sunburnt, eyes

kaleidoscopic in the motel mirror.  Our hair

whipping the currents alongside her white ‘vette, salt-

pricked, Mariah’s whistle notes levitating us

above hot tar.  Shirtless carpenters on their summer jobs,

on scaffolding, flexing, (slowness), oiled as horses.


Paula Bohince has published three collections, with poems in The New Yorker, The New York Review of Books, Granta, The New Statesman, Best American Poetry, and elsewhere. She was recently an Affiliated Fellow at the American Academy in Rome and the John Montague International Poetry Fellow in Ireland. Bohince has taught at The Poetry School (UK) and was a reader at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival. She is the guest editor of Best New Poets 2022.