Fascinating, evocative poems depicting the landscape of the Australian bush and a nostalgia for the English fens. A lyrical fusion of earth and sky to spike the ear and reward the inner eye. I don't want to borrow this collection, I want to own it.
Shoes once shod in a blacksmith's shop
rust on hooves lying on the rough edge
of a paddock, horse skeletons
mingle with broken hoppers and elevators
& the iron-ringed wheels of surface strippers
sprouted grain thick on the
ground, like chemically stimulated hair.
from Shoes once shod in a blacksmith's shop