Book Details: In Victoria Broome's long-awaited first collection of poems, against the darkly-lit gloss of past and present Christchurch, Mum and Dad whirl in a dance at The Latimer. Myra and Cissy pose in Cathedral Square, Myra in a white hat, gloves and pearls, and Cissy: 'All I needed was one good frock.' A little girl goes fishing with a knitting needle and a length of wool and a little boy makes aviaries out of tea chests for his canaries. There are lines here that wring the heart with hurt and loss. And lines that reassert hope and the prospect of healing. A lovely opening psalm locates us inside life: 'Eyes that will find you / a throat that will let you sing / ears that listen for the sound of mercy.' And as for death, here we go, 'Back in time, forward in time / until you are tucked up again and uterine'.