In this, her third collection, Geraldine Mitchell’s words spring from a landscape sculpted by harsh Atlantic weather which infiltrates, informs and ultimately illuminates every aspect of her poetry. We embark on a voyage through memory loss, its isolating silence and, ultimately, death. All the while, like a chorus in the unfolding drama, the poet’s landscape is present with its constants of wind, rain, sea, mountains and, from time to time, a redemptive glimpse of sun.