The fundamental sensation in reading this collection of poems is the earth mother thread that runs through its pages. It does not matter what the poet is writing about, the main emotion creeping through is the sense that she's looking at the world with love and care, and its components are being touched by her gaze or her heart. Even when writing of her dead son, Helene Brophy widens our horizons and we think of other mothers and lost sons.
The poetry is unadorned and easy to read, and to read with enjoyment. From personal experiences to flights of fancy, the poet keeps her feet on the ground, and the concept of Mother Earth continues to stay with us.
In the poem Together the lines:
We touch or don't touch,
talk or don't talk,
all to please,
or at least,
to protect the other.
probably express best the concept of the nurturer, the carer, the mother omnipresent and ever alert to the needs of her friend, her child, her follow-human being.
Again, in Brisbane Suite Helene writes:
I held it up, that vine
that grew through the gutter
and along under the roof,
while I was away from home.
Mud bricks returned
overran the nowhere path.
I found these poems a pleasure to read, an emotion that should apply to all reading and suggest that this poet ought to write much more in this vein, thereby giving pleasure to a many more readers.
I sincerely hope that the next collection of poems by Helene Brophy is not too far in the distant future.