By Patrick Warner
Whether describing a fight outside a Claremorris dance hall, or studying leaves in a windswept college square, Patrick Warner’s poems are as condensed as hardened snowballs, and strike, right on target, with great effect. Though structurally straight forward, his poems are both conceptually and imagistically complex and rife with symbolic and slightly surreal intention. The close attention and concentration these poems demand in reading is repaid with surprising insights and sudden perceptions – poems becoming “. . . illegitimate keyholes to the divine”.