The first poem of Adam Aitken’s new collection Revenants is a curiosity that demands close attention:
Xmas, Singapore 1957
Much better than that
Melbourne day
in ’56 – so my father wrote
in blue fountain pen
on airline parchment
to his mother Jean.
Apero-time then
English goose + trimmings,
a bottle of BOAC Bordeaux,
2 anti-acid for dess