Is That All There Is? Margaret Eddershaw

Is That All There Is? Margaret Eddershaw


Is That All There Is? Margaret Eddershaw.
ISBN 978-1-869848-16-3. 140 x 216 mm. 60 pp. October 2017.


Margaret Eddershaw’s Is That All There Is? is poetry that lets us experience ‘the round Earth’s imagined corners’ in the daily renewed light of a mind as alive to beauty as to suffering, bringing distant lives closer and reaching lightly into the deep heart of things.

Margaret Eddershaw writes:
Between the ages of 5 and 50, I pursued my passion for theatrical performance. Most of the poetry I enjoyed then was Shakespearean, though I also read Maya Angelou, Elizabeth Bishop, T.S. Eliot, Seamus Heaney, and Ted Hughes. I wrote plays but not poems. Following the murder of my sister in 1995, I began writing poems to and about her – a cliché, I know, but it was a good part of my grieving process. I then continued to develop an interest in writing poetry, devouring the work of many contemporary poets, as a way of learning a new craft. Inevitably, perhaps, my theatre background began to influence my poems, so that many of them comment on or are ‘in the voices’ of people (characters) that I have encountered.

Reviews of Margaret Eddershaw’s previous book Catching Light, (Poetry Space 2013):

‘Margaret lives abroad and has travelled extensively, and she has focused her acute powers of observation to write poems both moving and funny in turns…. No matter where her poems are set, what shines through in each one is a strongly-held sense of our common humanity, and an awareness of the beauty of our shared world.’ – Jo Waterworth

‘Margaret Eddershaw’s collection is a tour-de-force, multi-faceted and generous, and refreshingly original in her choice of image and juxtapositions. Stylistically adventurous, Eddershaw takes us on journeys into other cultures, other voices, in poems resonant with feeling.’ – Katherine Gallagher

A stanza from THE NET SHED

One whiff of the engine grease
fishermen spread, like lemon curd on toast,
I am a child in that refuge,
pebble-perched above a slope
spanned by groyne fingers.
I am peering seawards through
the net-shed window, crazed by cobwebs,
green waterproof ghosts overhead.
– from Is That all There Is?


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