In Elizabeth Smither's eighteenth collection of poetry her words are as vital as ever. The poems take the everyday – mothers and daughters, cats and horses, books and bowls, slippers and shirts – and transform them into something fresh: sometimes surreal, sometimes funny, often enchanted. And throughout, the work is infused with the personality of the author: a quirky, whimsical observer of the mundane world around her, which she shows to be full of surprises.