Night, the region of mystery, of inner and outer space, of dreams, transformation and refuge from the quotidian, was exalted by the Romantics. From midnight Venice to the choreography of the funeral cortege, from abandoned Czernobyl to the winter solstice, night's moods and companions hover at the edges of the poems in British poet Judy Gahagan's first collection. Autumn and winter are the chosen seasons, falling cadence the preferred mode.
