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Biographical note
Lynn Davies grew up in Moncton, New Brunswick, and spent sixteen years in Nova Scotia before returning to her home province. Her first collection of poetry, The Bridge That Carries the Road (1999), was nominated for the Governor General's Award. She also writes children's stories. She lives in McLeod Hill, New Brunswick, near Fredericton."These simple, elemental words and phrases... and many more... will vibrate in your mind, in your cells, long after you reluctantly turn over the last page."
<i>Bookgaga</i>
"It's to Davies's credit that she leaves us wanting more, leaves us with images at times haunting, at times healing."
<i>Canadian Poetries</i>
"These are poems that will cast spells in their own sweet time."
<i>Pickle Me This</i>
"The voice in Lynn Davies's stunning new collection exudes a sense of someone speaking from the beyond, from a place where ‘time as I once knew it was gone;’ yet Davies' poetic voice is far from distanced or aloof; rather, it is witty, wise, and often funny. The ‘field crackling with sound’ that she portrays in ‘Winding Down’ could well describe this entire collection — a gorgeous lyric tour de force."
- Jeanette Lynes,
This new collection by Lynn Davies, her first in eight years, abounds in departures: words and communities die, trout-lilies and passengers vanish, even the King and Queen of Fairies disappear.
In poem after poem, Davies's powerful imagination blends observation and fancy, passion and playfulness, producing strikingly fresh metaphors. Squirrels paddle away on twig-rafts; giant horses take to the sky. Some poems give simple weight to the details of everyday life; others evoke an imaginative world inhabited by giant beavers, elf-thugs, and the great caw-dragon.
Throughout this magnificently fresh collection, the ocean, the rain, and the river suggest something big on the move in our lives even when we feel stranded. Displaying a dexterity of tone and an understated bravura, she writes of the extremities of losing and then awakening, honouring gratitude with "as many words as new leaves."
From the elegiac to the playful, the poems in this seemingly effortless collection shift from a natural refinement to a nearly breathless elegance. How the gods pour tea abounds with departures: words and communities die, trout-lilies and passengers vanish, even the King and Queen of Fairies disappear. Some poems give simple weight to the details of everyday life; others evoke an imaginative world inhabited by giant beavers, elf-thugs, and the great caw-dragon.
In poem after poem, there's a powerful imagination at work that blends observation and fancy, passion and playfulness, a hint of philosophy and a whiff of something serious yet spirited. Displaying a dexterity of tone and an understated bravura, Davies writes of the extremities of losing and then awakening "like the robin's egg broken in the grass, its emptiness new in the world."