Misadventure has an elegantly gothic cover, with siloutted crows flying from leafless trees. This sets expectations for a dark poetry collection. It called to me from the library shelf, and I scoped it up without even reading the back.
Whilst it opens in midwinter amidst turmoil, it covers the finding of love, of peace and of building a family. There are touching moments and moments of deep desperation, in short, well-paced poems.
so the gods will turn their gaze
on certain characters in offices,
on mealtimes in some marriages,
on the blank mornings of a new mother;
or rather on their victims who may
It is a lovely reflection that there is always an around the corner, and only change is constant.
I will be keeping an eye out for more of Meier’s work.