The Cold Store

“Elisabeth Sennitt Clough’s poetry is sharply evocative of the Fenland landscapes with their vast expanse of water and sky, biting easterly breezes and the flinty edgeland fields in which many of the poems in The Cold Store anchor their hardy roots. But these agile poems are anything but flat – they prickle with imagery and voice, buzzing like overhead powerlines, alive with fiercely-observed detail. In their demarcation of a place where “Each square of land carries me into the next / and a pink horizon emerges from dark earth”, Sennitt-Clough skilfully explores past, present and inheritance, the experiences of girlhood and womanhood, of danger and boundaries, to create this sleek, disquieting and unforgettable collection of poetry.” — Jane Commane