Asparagus Feast
Description
Once she woke me in the streaky dark to savour one of her delights - "larks against bells," she called it. We carried our coffees down to the minty garden and waited ankle-deep in dew. Across the shallow valley, the early traffic crept in glimmers through the groundmist. At dawn the cannonade of bells from the Certosa - as she had promised - did not drown out small songs. --from Loquacious Philomel
Reviews
"Many styles evoke many moods - the battle-scarred indifference of a World War II troop ship entering the Coral Sea, the tentative groping towards ‘the halfspeed of convalescence' of surgical patients in the recovery room, tender gratitude for friends and lovers whose intimacy is a gift as wild and unexpected as the asparagus feast of the title. And everywhere that rarity: eloquence." Susan Glickman.
"Strong stuff, in meticulous verse: I was sorry to finish reading." Jay Macpherson.
"Many styles evoke many moods - the battle-scarred indifference of a World War II troop ship entering the Coral Sea, the tentative groping towards 'the halfspeed of convalescence' of surgical patients in the recovery room, tender gratitude for friends and lovers whose intimacy is a gift as wild and unexpected as the asparagus feast of the title. And everywhere that rarity: eloquence." Susan Glickman. "Strong stuff, in meticulous verse: I was sorry to finish reading." Jay Macpherson.