I like "Icicles round a tree in Dumfriesshire", "The Musicians' Gallery" and "Moorings". Several of the pieces (especially those in the middle of the book) resemble anecdotes made to look like poetry by adding a metaphor and disruption (asides, interjections, indentation), and sometimes she seems to strain too hard. Compactness isn't always condusive to poetry: "The Horse Whisperer" ends with 'That confident, look-what-I've-got,/ Now-I-can-forget-about-her pride' which might better have been given more space (the rest of the poem's much less space-conscious). Nevertheless there's much to admire - more than I'd expected.
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