"Like its title, the poems in Lorna Shaughnessy’s wonderful new collection encompass flow and flight. Drawing on dream and story, they dodge nothing of the turbulence and grit of a life in full flow. Here are poems of extraordinary tenderness, as an elderly parent endures his last months — my boy-sized father, pupa in cocoon. And, albeit hard-won, here is exhaltation at the turn of a year scarred by loss as, even one thread/can become the first in a weave/that sparks a multi-coloured paisley/with blazing tongues of Zoroastrian fire." – MOYA CANNON