The bulk of this collection is made up of poems from Hall's stint as a Rathcoola Fellow in Ireland. The remainder are from Hall's time in Australia and (her home of) New Zealand.

The poems themselves are beautiful, with the odd hint of wry humour. My favourite was "Torso of a Bogman", but I also really enjoyed "Angelfish" and "Leda at the Billabong". There are several mentions of the brain as rainforest, a lovely imagery which Hall credits to a scientist called Edelman, who I'll have to look up simply for this.