Ebbs & floods' was written in a small surfing town on the west coast of Ireland; in a Paris basement in spring; in the depths of Brussels nights; and in Aotearoa, always close to the sea. Jane Paul's debut collection of poems follow her through the waves of being in her late twenties. These poems are a warm blue evening; the smell of rain; a driftwood fire burning on the shore. They are the pull of waves and the shattering of glass. They are a moment standing in moonlight; cold stone under your feet; rain hitting bare skin; face lifted to the sky. They are a room full of lovers and an empty house with the lights left on. They are grounded, like pushing your hands into earth.
Turning tides Pressed palms Golden hours Like water in bath Omen We are so still Tapping on glass Two baths To measure herself in teaspoons Remedies Grinding teeth Yew daughter Swans I don't think about dying, anymore The pulls Before they cut down the trees of this place When the tide comes Drown & dry The observer Hold on to those days Refracting bodies The collapse Mammalian instincts The tension is split
Jane Paul is an Aotearoa New Zealand poet, actress and teacher, of Irish descent. She was born in 1993 in Te Whanganui-a-Tara Wellington. Ebbs & Floods is her first book.
The structure of this book is beautiful - I loved some of the poems, with a specific amount of parts being slightly cliché. The writing was relatively innovative, yet still raw and exciting. As far as poetry goes, it is accessible, beautifully bound and created and very personal.