‘When I grow up, I want to be the man who says Mind the gap .’ Down the years how your voice, that phrase, have haunted me. – ‘Gap’ In his new collection, Harry Ricketts addresses the people and places that fill a life and the gaps they leave behind. These are poems of friendship, romance, youth, and moments that still glow or ache decades after. Half Dark is tender, funny, sad, and deftly crafted from the splinters and spaces of the past.