About the book…
the strand's end, black basalt rears
from its intertidal tweed of shells
to thrift, sedum, and a raven's nest; its ledge
barcoded with birdshit. And now this
ling-sprung headland (Look at the view.) where larks
-like flautists scaling each other's arpeggios-
suddenly cede to the single-noted rock pipit.
- from ‘Zonation’
Ion, an electrically charged particle formed by loss or gain of electrons in an
atom, effecting by its migration the transport of electricity.
A lover of dictionaries, Bleakney views words as charged particles. In Ions she has playfully bagged a series of abstract nouns ending with -ion, as though they were flat stones for skimming across the calm and the not-so-calm waters of memory and imagination. And from their faux gravitas, she has wrought a series of meditations on losses and gains, on poetry and wonderment.