This is the final word cloud from shortlisted books – coming to you from Sue Wootton’s The Yield. Marvel at the cloud itself, and contemplate what stunning titles the are. (I really need a kilo or two of whatever these five poets are on, to help with my own titles …) And just in case you’re wondering, the poems are pretty damn fine too. Which is a tremendous surprise, what with this being Sue Wootton.*
* Yes, of course this is intended to be ironic. Frankly I’m surprised you can’t taste it. If it was any more iron-y it would be a rust hazard. Just read the damn cloud, would you?