In Jane Weir's enchanted second collection we find ourselves and others on teetering balconies, in deliciously decaying villas, on sun-gorged Italian terraces. Passionate, disturbed, eroticised these poems invite us down myriad streets, usher us through doors, lead us into rooms, into gardens, cellars and glasshouses. 
 
The major preoccupation is the ever fluctuating self, awash with its inconstancy and insatiable desire for reinvention. In part an outcast, reminiscent of Melmouth, the voices fluctuate between confidante, interrogator and pussy cat. Ever watchful and intent, part Hogarth, part Caravaggio, part Orlando these poems are both exquisite in detail and precise in their poetic intent, with uniquely shaped references stretching from the modernist textiles of Fortuny and Edith Marx to the pure sensual pleasures of making gnocchi and limoncello. Flirting with gesture, mime and mask, this collection evokes the persona in the signature poem 'You': all lips ticked, cheeks hearted'.
 
Size: 136mm x 205mm x 10mm
Hardback
No. pages: 96