Neapolitan Skies

“Bernadette Anderson’s voice is no longer hidden but released in these poems. Many are grounded in the theatre of everyday life. From her coffee comfort zone she observes other people and imagines herself ‘woven into the colourful fabrics of others’ travels’. She weaves from a different denser cloth when she moves into self-discovery: anger at toxic love in ‘Squeeze’, where the secateurs of ‘Pruning’ are transformed into a murderous weapon of passion; maternal love and anguish and the healing lo