The title is a metaphor for the heart. I had never heard of the author when I spied this at a secondhand bookshop at a National Trust house, but thought I’d take a chance on her. The first five or so poems washed over me and I worried the collection would be a dud, but from there things picked up and I found a lot of beautiful passages about illness and nature. I particularly liked “A Childless Woman,” “Autumn Cancer,” “Interlude,” “The Avatar” and “Colours.”