Tide by Ivy Ireland

There’s a lot going on in Ivy Ireland’s poems. Lines flex and fizz with ideas, descriptions flip into speculation, the abstract is suddenly personal as the poet, in the first poem from the fantastic sequence ‘Passage’, gambles on

that slim chance of working out
how I found myself here in the first place.

Nature, gods, spirits, travel, motherhood are all swept up in poetry which journeys swiftly and
widely, in wonder and uncertainty.

‘Existential’ is an overused word but it is appropriate to describe this mortal, buoyant, inquisitive
poetry.

— Brook Emery