Emma Lee follows the poetic escapades of a trickster figure in a new collection by Janet Sutherland.

bone monkeyBone Monkey 
Janet Sutherland
Shearsman Books
ISBN 9781848613478 
74pp      £8.95

Bone Monkey is a malevolent trickster, an old god brought to life in human form and not necessarily a reliable narrator who is free to create his own myths, e.g. in ‘The Blacksmith made me’

The blacksmith made me who I am. He took
my naked bones and covered them. My skull was bare,
his iron hand put in obsidian eyes and lanced my ears,
so down through all the years I'd imitate the speech of man.

This forged, fully-formed creature emerges into the world without a newborn’s innocence. When he his given a choice between two packets, one containing knives, cloth, paper and ink, and one containing immortal life, in ‘Red Hibiscus’ Bone Monkey chooses:

I'll have the largest, please Bone Monkey said
and straightaway unwrapped the gift,

picked out the prettiest knife, to test the blade,
and plunged it in his benefactor's chest.

I'll take the smallest too, he told his host
and stole it from the dead man's open palm.

He is immortal and utterly dispassionate about death. He has a toddler-like uncomprehending of what it means and, later in ‘Fire fleet and candle-light’ likens it to sleep, curls in a foetal pose, pretends he’s dead. The closest he gets is snuffing out a candle. Bone Monkey gives love a go in the sequence ‘Bone Monkey in Love’ although it feels more like lust and ends when his lover becomes pregnant in the second part, ‘Chuman’

The scan makes her 
He can see the wall
of her womb

and the fine boned
thing that plays there

She's thick with child --
it might be his
Can he shake her 
like a rattle?

Bone Monkey shows curiosity in this thing that’s part-him but not-him, but loses interest and moves on. He’s never sure that the child’s his and his failure to bond with his child and accept fatherhood puts him firmly in denial. He’s an intriguing character, able to watch and observe without emotional engagement. Janet Sutherland’s writing is slick and focused, appropriately pared down and moves from observation to comedy to mischief and seriousness when required. She uses sonnets and ballads alongside free verse. Strangely Bone Monkey’s journey leaves him unchanged: he’s forever an outsider, playing with, but refusing to engage with life. It’s an entertaining journey, but Bone Monkey never reaches a destination. He remains in a child-like state, denying responsibility and maturity and reveling in his role as trickster. This leaves the collection without a story arc because Bone Monkey never deals with the consequences of his tricks. That said, it’s a worthwhile journey and Bone Monkey is worth meeting.

Emma Lee’s most recent collection is Ghosts in the Desert (Indigo Dreams, 2015). She was one of the editors for Over Land Over Sea: poems for those seeking refuge (Five Leaves, 2015) http://emmalee1.wordpress.com