I found this a little gem of a HappenStance pamphlet / chapbook - whatever these short collections are called.
Doubtless, my experience is enhanced by my living in the Calder Valley with which Anne Caldwell is closely associated, but more so for that the poems are tidy and, most importantly for me, accessible. We are not dealing here with obscurities. Equally, we are not dealing with simple narratives in verse and we can enjoy the riddling nature of the poet's perception of things - yes, things, often presented with an unsentimental sensuous awareness of the world - and suggestive ambiguities, especially in poems which I take to be about death - Day of the Dead, The Sea Holds Its Breath, When the Day Comes.
I don't know if the poet would be insulted when I say I like the poems because they are not 'deep'. I dislike 'depth' because it is so often to this bear of very little brain unintelligible. Nevertheless, they are deeply sensitive appreciations of the ordinary comings and goings of life, in pleasingly measured lines filled with arresting images.
I want to understand poetry more than I actually do. I need it to be taught to me to funny appreciate it. I did love some of these poems though. The overall theme in it seems to me to be the passage of time and what that means to us as we get older. Some it is sad, some happy and others feisty as hell! I quite enjoyed it