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12 November 2025

The NS Poem: marsh fever

A new poem by Rebecca Ferrier

By Rebecca Ferrier

marsh fever

is an old name            
for malaria
when the fens held islands   
of wolves over chalk
and the insects felled a man in a week

the coming and going will kill you best
stay put and be bit     
for go two weeks
without puncture and find yourself dead

next moon     brother
a constant exposure is better than none

we’re wolf meat in winter
dug up from wet ground
then wolf meet in summer
bitten and drawn

how marsh fever       brother
is wolf fever
a blood tie between
man and beast and mini-beast

tell me not to howl
as my flesh burns over chalk
the pale white paths at night

like moon
like calling

brother home
brother home 

Rebecca Ferrier’s book “The Salt Bind” (John Murray Press) will be published in January 2026

[Further reading: David Szalay’s Flesh wins the Booker Prize]

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This article appears in the 13 Nov 2025 issue of the New Statesman, What Keir won't hear