POETRY BOOK SOCIETY CHOICE

In her thrilling fourth collection, Midden Witch, Fiona Benson enters the world of familiars, fables and hedge-magic and focuses on the persistent superstition – the fear and false knowledge – that was witchcraft.

Telling tales of imagined transformations and spell-casting, these poems present a litany of artists, dreamers and outcasts and a study of their ostracisation. The poet looks at how gifted, sometimes troubled, individuals – generally healers, artists, prodigies and almost always women – became scapegoats, victims of societal paranoia and persecution, and were hounded for centuries, often to a gratuitously violent public execution.

In Midden Witch, these women speak back to us with dark humour, insight and real herbal knowledge. Reckoning with middle age, marginalisation, perimenopause and a steady, unstoppable vanishing, this troubled codex of remedies, spells and stories speaks to human fear in the face of the unknown, and a drive to protect our loved ones that transcends all rational thought. At play in the language of archival accounts of witchcraft, this is a dark, eclectic spell-book that witnesses the end-days of magic.

‘Benson is one of the finest English poets writing today’ Blake Morrison

‘No one writes the way Fiona Benson does. No one is as raging, as fearless’ Daisy Johnson

A new collection of Benson’s wise and vivid work is a real occasion… exciting…fully inhabited and multi-faceted’ Guardian

The poems in Ephemeron deal with the short-lived and transitory – whether it’s the brief, urgent lives of the first section, ‘Insect Love Songs’, the abrupt, anguished, physical and emotional changes during secondary school, as remembered in ‘Boarding-School Tales’, or parenting’s day-by-day shifts through love and fear, hurt and healing, in ‘Daughter Mother’.

The long central section, ‘Translations from the Pasiphaë’, gathers these themes together in a blistering, unforgettable re-telling of the Greek myth of the Minotaur, as seen from the point of view of the bull-child’s mother – the betrayed and violated Pasiphaë. The familiar legend of the dashing male hero slaying the monster in the labyrinth is transformed here into a story of ordinary people caught up in an extraordinary cycle of violence, power and the abuse of power. At the centre lies Pasiphaë calling for her son: ‘They took him away from me/and they killed him in the dark, for years.’

Telling uncomfortable truths, going deep into male and female drives and desires, our most tender and vulnerable places, and speaking of them in frank, unshrinking ways – these poems are afraid, certainly, but also beautiful, resolute and brave.