The Time We Turned

<p>Martyn Crucefix's new poems vividly evoke the landscapes of northern England and-in a sequence of sonnets inspired by the writing of Rosal��a de Castro-the north west of Spain. But more than place they explore the ways in which we inhabit time-how we are harmed and healed by it how we deny ignore sublimate repeat or reprise it.</p><p><br></p><p>I'd want to say it was past seven o'clock</p><p>or perhaps by then even seven-fifteen- </p><p>I'm sure of it now-a quarter past the hour</p><p>was the time we turned and part of what it meant</p><p>('The map house')</p><p><br></p>