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Eilish Martin says:

'...in the poem I am revisiting many of the places that I would have been familiar with in my childhood.'

'...for me poetry is a journey and through that journey I discover a great deal about myself. And it is in the process of writing that I am able to find out various things that I believe in or don't believe in. So for me writing is very much a journey in thought.'

'...it is a compulsion - it's something that you really don't have any control over. If you want to write you have to write...For me a lot of poetry is a journey and through that journey I discover a great deal about myself. And it is in the process of writing that I am able to find out various things that I believe in or don't believe in. So for me writing is very much a journey in thought.'

Paradise Fatigue

Above the falling blade of the Hatchet Field a cloud
ÌýÌýÌýÌýshrouds, a star
hums, a moon pendulums, a merlin scythes the air
with angled wings, a wind sings in the cat's cradle
of a transmission aerial.

Below Black Mountain a kneeling cherub with
ÌýÌýÌýÌýa fractured wing
swings from the jib of a crank-and-ratchet crane
in a monumental sculptor's yard strewn
with half-engraved memorials.

Under the sign of two beaten angels hanging by a
ÌýÌýÌýÌýbrazen wing
at the place where six roads cross
a stolen Zephyr brakes spilling
strings of Angel Dust.

Elsewhere the wings of a broadsheet fold round the
ÌýÌýÌýÌýglobe of a hazard
lamp alternating in circuits of blips and quarks
a quirk of light in the spaces
between the words.