Reckless Women

Reckless Women, by Cecelia Frey

Reckless Women

by Cecelia Frey

$14.95

  • Autumn 2004
  • ISBN 978-1-55380-017-0 (1-55380-017-6)
  • 6″ x 9″ Trade Paperback, 130 pages
  • Poetry






Reckless women inhabit the spaces of these poems: women who dare to travel without maps or even “a single sign,” women who dare the seduction of cliff edge leaps into deadly waters, women who dare the midnight garden to ensure their crop. When Cecelia Frey considers the pain recklessness causes to others, she returns to the source that impels a reckless nature.

There Frey finds women who challenge the empty spaces of the psychic frontier, women who let themselves be seduced by the vanilla man (or is it the other way around?), female magicians, performing aquabelles, women “who toss their clothes from the balcony / and have nothing to go home in.” She also learns that recklessness is a dangerous game. That’s when poetry itself comes to the rescue.

When Frey reaches love’s end and is herself silenced, the poems speak that silence. When “cold camphor travels her veins,” the poems rant and defy, but they also instruct. They teach her to believe even when belief seems impossible. In the face of death, they speak of love. In despair of life, they assert that the trick is to achieve moments of joy. The female magician’s task is to pull off such tricks: “lark / from fire / its white wings raised / singing.”

“‘Why aren’t there more female magicians?’ Cecelia Frey asks in one of her poems. This deft and almost deceptively confident book demonstrates clearly that the question is unnecessary. As audience we stand and applaud. We may not always know how she has done it, but by God these poems affect and move us. To hell with the clowns and elephants — we’ll happily stay with the magician.”
— Christopher Wiseman

Reckless Women is written from the perspective of a woman questioning her place in a world shattered by violence and thoughtlessness. These poems observe the madness of our reckless world, producing a very compelling read.”
— Sheri-D Wilson