poem [by Robin Robertson] "the starlings/had started/to mimic her crying/and she'd found how to fly". Other fantastical transformations occur throughout the collection; the most astounding one is in the masterful At Roane Head, where a re-envisioning of a selkie legend throws up a remarkably moving poem:She gave me a skylark's egg in a bed of frost;
gave me twists of my four sons' hair; gave me
her husband's head in a wooden box.
Then she gave me the sealskin, and I put it on.
from The Irish Times: Luminous nightmare
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