Deltas is the first collection by Leonie Rushforth. Her poems are provisional landscapes which lead to unexpected encounters and startling revelations.
*Descriptively rich & distinctively *Elusive, *Leonie Rushforth *Takes us down the lyrically fertile channels of her *Acutely tuned & empathic poems into the depths of a *Sea of experiences & observations. Not all of them impressed me, no matter how many times I reread to decipher their sense. But there were definitely a number of lines that stood out for me, like the following one:
"in the church a stone child holds his mother's cloak cradled in her smile's horizon"
this was so verbose I could hardly see anything beyond the words
simple presence folded into complexity, into intricate origami folds
(but was presence ever simple anyways)
for an hour / recreating childlessness some of us are celibate / some of us worship mothers one of us has found his daughter again he has taken her to look at trout