"Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have... for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has." - Walt Whitman
Mica - a mineral. It glitters, like a crumb you want to pick up.
Poems of Suffolk and the Essex saltmarshes, of the creeks, the fleets, the seascapes
and the skies, in which science and imagination vie to measure up to
the experience of nature. Mervyn Linford hymns and chronicles the
birds, fish, and flora of his solitary seeing with loving attention to the
colours and forms of the estuaries in all weathers – and recalls visits to
the cinema, the great cathedral of Chartres, and the Thiepval Memorial
to the Missing of the Somme.
‘Mervyn Linford’s Credo is his ninth poetry collection. Looking with
precision and warmth at many themes including childhood, family and
stepping abroad, his main focus is his relationship with nature, chiefly
in the context of the Essex estuaries…questioning how his natural
environment formed and continues to form him. Everything is
immediate and first hand as, with echoes of Wordsworth and Joyce, he
is smithied by nature.’
— Tim Cunningham
‘His atmosphere and tone are what makes his work so distinctive. These
poems…convey a strong sense of affinity with the landscape.’
— Neil Leadbeater.