Michael Roycroft’s debut collection of poetry has the intriguing title of Naming All the Stars. But ‘What are the stars?’ to quote a famous line from playwright Sean O’Casey, indeed the title, like the fan-shaped tail of the comet Arend-Roland, the poem which references the title, casts its sparkle on the ordinary which can become the extraordinary. Roycroft writes with insight and compassion about these things including the lives of people, and places, that convey a sense of transcendence and sprinkles the stardust to bring them into the light and makes them accessible and available to the reader. The poems are laced with humour and sadness, with a lot of ‘stars’ getting a mention.
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