Ed's Reviews > Poems and Prose

His genius was in the foundery of new words: heartsprings, hornlight, flake-leaves... he had the creators touch, a green wand brandished like a sprig that imparts new life, as God touches Adam and Eve to create the human race, he touches two words to create another, and with it a beautiful new realisation of two existing things that transcends them both.

The final poem in the book, the unfragmented or unfinished 'Epithalamion' particularly came alive before my eyes, like I'd walked in upon that beautiful scene.