such as the end of a marriage,
“Be aware of those days when you might neglect the signs – / the gasp of plants, the lake’s too brilliant colour”
which, only on a backward glance reveals the signs of its unravelling.
“This is not a mirage. In time-lapsed frames , / your lines crease my face.
I lean on your cane.”
I love the use of the word ‘lines’ in this line and how ‘cane’ is not a negative but part of the song.
‘Beach Poem’ is a powerful illustration of subtle differences between siblings that maybe only siblings know.
“I’ll leave for you the fine / white sand maternal as talcum / that dusts your bared soles, / eludes your tightfisted grasp.”
And what a joy to see ‘On the Shoulders of Giants’, which first appeared online at The Litter I See Project. In the context of this collection it takes on a deeper meaning, juxtaposed among the debris of so many and various relationships. The final lines, a gorgeous image:
“Tomorrow, I’ll wrap a potato in / a rocket’s fallen scraps.”
The book reads like an homage to both the welcome and the difficult in life’s journey, a reminder that both are necessary and neither are to be feared,
or taken for granted.