From the sonnet, 'Tournesols' to 'Boutique Hotel, ' any joy and relief in this collection of poems are short-lived, reflecting their creator's real-life experiences and those of others she knows well. We are born, we bloom for a while, if lucky, but like the wondrous evening primrose, emblem of her childhood on the sand dunes near Porthcawl, soon wrinkle and close. And all along the way lies hidden danger. From whoever is lying in wait for us to...
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