From the first poem, `First Things', about watching deer from his window, we know that this is going to be a book of placed language which hints at the energy and fragility of an active contemplation. `Meeting St John of the Cross' Scott would `look for signs of weather/at the edges of your clothes, your hands/for the way you hold your pen, and put it down'. This is a book about `such mundane sacraments', a book written by a wonderer `why the storks so love the towers of Avila'.
Scott is a priest-poet who watches, even as he prays or preaches, and sees clearly the obscurity of prayer, the huge struggle to `play Christ' `in a fast withdrawing world' and the clarity of longing. He explores the art of Craigie Aitchison and David Jones; good paintings make him want to write poetry. Except for the delightful view of heaven in `Ibn Abbad woke early' the poems are mainly quite short, a single response economically captured. At the end of the book are three meditations on Easter, and it is good to see, in poetry which knows all about doubt and struggle, that a Christian can still evoke the uniqueness of Easter with his shouted `love all alive on the sudden!'
Christopher Southgate