I knew very little about Malta before reading Simone Inguanez’s poetry, but her words transported me to the small island country. Through her poems, I could taste the salt of the ocean and feel the wind rolling off the waves.
Inguanez also captures the essence of nostalgia beautifully, particularly in “what i remember,” where she writes, “the classroom by the corridor patched in pictures, low chairs painted glossy green, children babbling. coming in with pa, i hold his little finger.”
Her yearning for spring during cold days and difficult times is also beautifully expressed in “the four seasons are ours: we start with spring; spring opens up; grows even lovelier and at its ripest.” There is something particularly poignant about the way she uses the changing seasons to evoke hope and longing.
When it comes to poetry, I tend to prefer work that is less abstract and vague, so I especially appreciated Inguanez’s emphasis on lyricism, vivid imagery, and clear description. Her poems feel grounded in place and memory, making Water, Fire, Earth, and I a beautiful introduction to both her work and Malta itself.