Good Enough to Eat

Once again, McGough shows that ‘comic poetry’, nonsense verse and tongue twisters can be cleverly crafted, contemplative and inspiring. From the issues in ‘Rubber Bullets’: ‘They sound harmless / But without a doubt / Rubber bullets / Rub people out.’ to the beautiful imagery (reminiscent of the first line of Norman MacCaig’s ‘Trees and Planets’) of ‘Icy fingers’:

‘Despite the cold / A line of old trees / Playing with the moon / Tossing it / From one to the other / Never missing a catch.’

McGough, with a deft hand, weaves his magic and humour to create a multi-layered collection of poems.