It started well, and I continued to like many of the pieces, including "In the shrine room", "Small moon curve" (though some of it puzzles me), "Fattening field", "In my hunger", "Retreat (ii)", "The late nineties".
I like these fragments -
- Our dogs introduce us./ Yours drops a ball, mine claims it,/ bounds away. We stand, our feet/ in blossom, watching their game./ I had some bad news this morning,/ I say, to you, to the birds, to/ the unfathomable blue./ Mine drops the ball, yours picks up./ I'm sorry, you say. You're a stranger (p.16)
- My chest all electricity and heat, like a domino of pylons fell across the English countryside and set the dry wheat alight for miles. You are not there and I can't find you in my belly either which is a vast cave where the wind has dragged in crisp packets (p.31)
- Imagine the boat of yourself/ in breaking light under willows:// a whole history waits/ for the gentleness of rain" (p.40)
When a mother's at her birthing daughter's bedside, things get cosmic -
- "A woman, wrapped in a blanket/ sits beside me, space statin in free fall ... says we're a long way from the stars./ She'll call her daughter Celeste (p.45)"
- "the consultant arrives with his team/ like a constellation at the end of my daughter's bed ... The word shrunk to a galaxy, of monitors (p.46)"
I'm baffled by "Dreaming field". p.47 begins with "I see my grandson's head crowning". I'm not convinced by the poem. I think that "Breast prothesis as abandoned love" and "Bird app" both feel good, though I can't say why.
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