A Small Wave for Your Form

Published by Oversteps Books 2012
54 pages – perfect bound
Cover photograph by Robert Davidson
 
Susan Taylor's poetry has a grace, an understanding of 'a life that shines through the land, the comfort and shelter of cows, the ring of my father's hands, milking'. Her women are 'as naked as a ewe that drops her fleece at the clack of shears' or as 'a willow in sunlight'. Here are her mother, grandmother, father, husband, sons - circled in love. Prepare to be enchanted.
Ann Gray
 
Jacobs
 
They were mother and daughter,
wild as hares
with eyes of molten glass.
 
They looked out for each other
and wouldn’t be confined
to such things as fields.
 
They were pied like gypsy mares,
ran as fast
as flecked foam on the sea’s crest.
 
An old hand called them breakers.