TREE SPACE
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Cover by Keely O'Shannessy
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B. tries to tell me something and I am only half listening
Well, it was just that I held him under. I found him at the Sanctuary, tripping about, clumsy, poisoned most like. And I took him and took him home and held him under the water. Only I didn’t know he would struggle and his little heart. I thought it was the best thing for it, wrapped my hand around his body and held him below the surface of the water. I didn’t know that under the pad of my thumb, I would feel his heart drumming, little heart, like fingers against glass. Other poems from Tree Space available online |
The first time I read through Tree Space in full, I found myself whispering lines aloud on the bus, to the disconcertment of my fellow passengers. I couldn’t resist: McMillan’s words simply beg to be read out. - New Zealand Poetry Society
Most of all, she renders her considerations through a technically assured and wide-ranging poetic filter. The technicality is deftly integrated: this is lucid work which engages with the heart and the mind - Takahe Magazine Short, hard sounds embody in recollection the physical experience, which is given internal music by the judiciously manipulated syntax – memory made palpable in mouth, in the skull’s resonance, as well as in the ghostly mind - Landfall Review Online Maria McMillan, author Tree Space takes the prize for Best Poem Titles...Maria McMillan and Louise Wrightson – author of Otari take out the Green Prize for 'nature' poetry - Poetry 2014 with Greg O'Brien on Radio NZ ...exuding a tantalising simplicity of form and line yet embracing space that is sweetly fertile - The Poetry Shelf Full and focused...Shrewd and robust - Otago Daily Times |
