What an enormous privilege I've had to have been taught poetry and have had it rekindled under Madeleine's tutelage. This collection is tight and fiercely clever and rich with language. I have underlined so many beautiful phrasings, have re-read everything already, and want to pluck lines out to play with in my own writing.
Crush Fracture is so multi-layered and intertwined I could read it for hours with its heartbreak. The War Artist reminds me of one of my favourite Carol Ann Duffy poems. I loved all the ways that Percy Shelley's death were explored.
There is so much salt throughout this collection which I loved - for some reason, I've become obsessed with writing that things smell or taste salty at the moment, and I get gleeful when I see other creatives playing with things that I'm obsessed with at the same time.
"By the bitter pall of morning, I will be red-eyed
and ashamed of this - the full measure of hot blood."
"French pilots first perfected the candle turn,
but even Icarus would have learnt to bank
on borrowed wingtips and put the sun
in the tyrant's eyes."
"Flesh cannot history flesh."