Kerrin P. Sharpe

in his white light dreams at Discovery Hut Herbert Ponting meets the Siberian ponies he’d once photographed on the Terra Nova the ponies no longer flexible refuse to wear equine pajamas or trap their hooves in bamboo snowshoes for his Royal Collection inside the stomach of ice the ponies more still than life soften the silver shadows of Scott and his team and turn from Herbert’s bromide into the drift and whiff of themselves