l’Anima Poetica – Robin Robertson

A few months ago I read Hill of Doors by Robin Robertson and his words are hammering from inside my teeth still.
He sets scenes at a measured pace, his narrative starts a frost feathering up bowel walls. The images he draws are melancholic and musical, autumn at dusk, bright and frightening. “A whicker of pigeons” and a collie’s “rib cage like a sprung trap”. Delicious.
Robert Robertson reads At Roane Head.
Sweet dreams…