3.5 out of 5 stars
A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.
This collection of poetry from Zoë Brooks is as intensely personal as it is wide-ranging. She changes from poems about family members, beginning with one about her Grandfather and Uncle who were taken from this world with untimely haste, and a poem about a Lost Daughter and signing the deeds for Naunton Farm.
Mostly though, this is a collection with the sharpest of focuses on the natural world. Of being lost in the railway sidings between the fox track and the willow herb, mourning the loss of the ash trees and those moments on a muggy evening just before the storm breaks.
I have longed to leap
into the fast moving clouds
Shadowing the hills
I really liked this collection. The poems within this slime volume are as broad as they are personal, they are full of profound insight into the way that the world hurtles on in its messy way, yet Brooks still has time to pause and see the details that most people miss as they look rather than see
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