Fallen warriors, a conquistador, a cat; an 1815 namesake; a father, a mother, a childhood rhyme; a boxer, an explorer, a stuffed Welsh fish… Frieze entertains a host of shadows, all the dead who inhabit our lives. It is at once elegy and exploration.
Attending to experiences of childhood and the workings of history, the poet discovers the ways in which we mark time and are subject to time in our lives. At the heart of the process is the poem itself, with its capacity for expression and the space it provides for reflection, precision and beauty.
