The Sugar Factory by Ann O'Neill,
There it is, number twenty two, the sandstone doorstep worn to a groove by years of feet. The dark passage, smell of bread, clack of spoons on pans from the kitchen, a sink deep as a vat; and always, the treadle machine's rattle"
Extract from 1901 CENSUS
"Ann O'Neill's poems are firmly rooted in time and place. They are deceptively low-key whether recapturing past landscapes, or bringing myths and fairy stories up to date. They take us into rooms and streets peopled by vivid characters whose voices weave in and out of the poet's voice, with a curiosity about human nature explored sometimes with compassion, sometimes with a sharp sense of humour. There is the warmth of kitchens and cooking, and the warmth that comes from the way the poems engage so intimately with the lives and places evoked. Hers is a voice that gains our attention from the first poem."
"a very engaging collection showcasing a quiet voice that doesn't need to shout to make itself heard."
John Francis Haines, NHI Review
Bread, from this collection, was Diamond Twig's poem of the month for October 2003.