Trumpeting, through blood & bone the glasshouse’s yellow stars. Exquisitely crafted, these poems balance attention and adventure, emerging from a ‘creche of stars’ to blast wild and high in gilded radiance. With their gorse and honey, their ‘yellow spurs’ and ‘sunstruck ribs’, they are luminous and joyful, without forgetting bruises and shadows. Winner of the 2015 Thomas Shapcott Prize for Poetry