Wendy French’s poetry grows in confidence, originality and depth.

surely you know this offers an intensification of established themes and new departures, including experiments in form. Good, lively observation of the contemporay world still anchors her poems, but there is a stronger elegiac notes, a sense of ground cut from under our feet: ‘Such forgetting; what day //of the week we were born, who we once loved’ (Present tense)

Dilys Wood for Artemispoetry.

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