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The second collection of poetry from award-winning author Jean Gill retains the passion and spiky humour for which she is known, but this has matured into a unique, assured view of our world. Her most lyrical poems reveal a sensuality that lingers in the imagination.
'I would not give my eyes to tune pianos but for one brightened night to read the raised points of your skin with blind man's fingers I might.'
Other poems share political insights with timeless, incisive humour.
Just like that cheated child, who eats his 'chosen' veg
I'm bribed, cajoled, bombasted by each politician's pledge.
This greener, better future which they say they offer me, has horizons built of money on the dead dreams of the free.
Unless I stand for my beliefs myself, election means that I'm doomed to cast my vote for processed peas or processed beans.'
Divided into two parts, this new edition includes the stories behind the poetry, some personal and some on the craft of writing poetry; always surprising.
'I would not give my eyes to tune pianos but for one brightened night to read the raised points of your skin with blind man's fingers I might.'
Other poems share political insights with timeless, incisive humour.
Just like that cheated child, who eats his 'chosen' veg
I'm bribed, cajoled, bombasted by each politician's pledge.
This greener, better future which they say they offer me, has horizons built of money on the dead dreams of the free.
Unless I stand for my beliefs myself, election means that I'm doomed to cast my vote for processed peas or processed beans.'
Divided into two parts, this new edition includes the stories behind the poetry, some personal and some on the craft of writing poetry; always surprising.