Feartide inch out
and wave away, and dive where we
might yet be anchored, might tightbind by cord,
if I could trust
I wish you could come, honest, but there’s no way I can move you now. I’ll just think of you instead. I sometimes wonder how you do it under all that earth.
On the whole, Single Skin comes across as an assured collection, with Dearden showing himself to be at home writing in several different styles, whether it is to showcase the inevitable disappointments of domesticity (‘Percentages’, ‘Clare Counting’) or to experiment with narrative structure (‘Hotel France’).