There's a distinctly fairytale quality to Emma Hine's poetry--maybe it's the content (selkies, secret names, imagined worlds), maybe it's the cadence (lilting, rhythmic, delicate). Hine gently binds fantasy to her words, invites strange guests and eerie images into her domestic portraits, collides idyllic nature against its own dark variations. These are gorgeous poems, and they ache to be revisited again and again.