No 64 in the Torriano Poetry Pamphlet Series
‘Cars shivering in the heat haze. How poetic. I’ll use that.’ She protests: ‘No. You can’t. It’s mine.’ I stroke her hair, say nothing. Plagiarism? Bah. She’s nine and mine.
Sphinx, Helena Nelson
There’s a feeling here of a debut poet ringing the changes, demonstrating a whole variety of abilities, including the obligatory sestina. There’s also a strong central core of poems with a clear, unique ‘voice’. I’d say this poet is going somewhere.