Hide

In Angela France’s third poetry collection, Hide, what is invisible is just as important as what lies within plain sight. Layers of personal history are lifted into the light and old skins are shed for new; things thought lost and vanished long ago are just on the edge of perception, yet the certainties before us vanish in the blink of an eye. These poems possess a rich heritage of stories and experiences; themes of magic, wisdom, age and absence are woven into this skilful collection. Readers should also keep their wits about them, for these poems are cunning and quick; they hide nothing, but delight in camouflage, disguise and secrets, awaiting someone who will seek.