flowers by mistake by Natalie Blunt

I would like to thank Booksirens, Natalie Blunt, and Bright Side Press for giving me a free ARC for a review that I am leaving voluntarily.

"This is a very personal book, but it can also

become your personal book if you make it

your own.

If the words here resonate with you,

then it is your book,

our book."

-authors note, Natalie Blunt

Can we just talk about that? Beautiful. It was the perfect way to lead into this deep, resonating collection of short poems.

Even to be in a lake

or in a modest pool,

with my eyes closed

(underwater,

totally submerged)

is like returning

to the majesty of the womb,

when words did not exist

but dreams did.

Her words are power. They speak of something deeper, something beneath all of what we call life. Can you kill a word? Are some things irrevocably clothed in overbearing opinions, sheathed in shame? 

Blunt grasps into the deepest part of the soul and twists the words to make them say what she wants to say. She speaks of giving her children life, hiding her writing for desperate need of separation between what is hers and what part of her is everyone else's. She write of sorrow. Of loss. Of childbirth. Some of the worst moments, she can hide within few words, the deeper meaning standing there for those that bother to look.