A Mother’s Love has an ending that shocks with its truth – Christmas with Mother is hilarious; we’ve all met this lady whether she was our mother or not!
Swallows is a one-sentence poem. I read it twice, and it really is, demonstrating Ms Luker’s incredible talent for expressing love in so many diverse styles, not just another slant on the subject or in different words. The mix of focus surprises from page to page – love of books, flowers, a coffee flask, pills – mixed views on those!
My absolute favourite is Godmother, which opens with this line. “Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?” Unexpected – once again, tails to love’s winning heads.