These poems navigate a human life and cross the Earth, touching on love, loss of love, warzones, motherhood, art, nature, ageing, forgiveness: images both tender and sharp, and grounded in the everyday:Smallbluemobilephone rings its dinky tune.But it never rings. Where is it? Who can it be?I scrabble in the bottom of my bag, I fumble with the somany buttonsDazzling sunny days, hot desert sands, the cool damp of ancient churches, a sterile hospital ward, and overstuffed handbags come together in Blue Saxophone.