The great Oscar Wilde remarked, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.
Many of the poems in this collection portray people struggling in life’s gutter.
“Lonely men of a certain age” hear the voices of young women and yearn for something beyond “sterile sitting rooms”, while to the prostitute, its all about “handbags and shoes”, even if her “choice” leads to the woman “drowning in booze”.
Anyone who likes dark poetry will, it is hoped, gain something from this collection.
Review: Morris hasn’t lost his knack for dealing with issues from the dark side of society. This may be a book of poetry, yet its depth, richness and even the more humorous among these poems will have you set in deep contemplation.
I thoroughly enjoyed this little collection. I read through it, leisurely on a Sunday afternoon. It went down well with a cuppa, some cake, and pensive between bites which is how all poetry should be approached.
My favourite pieces are: Spectres, Yeats Is Dead, (which is very cleverly done folks) and The Girl Who Wasn’t There. If you like poetry that makes you think, this book’s for you.