"Anne Kellas's delicate, witty poems are often like the dreams of which she writes - sequences of images fused in unearthly conjunctions that remain in the mind of the dreamer. Many pieces have a kind of playfulness, drawing on recollections of childhood, or fairy tales or Alice's Wonderland, but almost always beneath the ironic surface of glittering puns, light and vivid colour the reader discovers a sense of grief and loss. Writing out of her experience of life in England, Tasmania and her native South Africa, Kellas reveals with passion and grace both the loneliness of the exile in a strange land and the despair of those trapped in their own minds as exiles from the sanity of love."

- Margaret Scott

"Kellas' poems are unafraid to show her breakstep mind: she's an original working in the whole world - not just a small corner of it. There's no 'as I sit here being bored' poems here...this book is big and ambitious. She says her 'veld is lion coloured' - I say her poems are of the sheerest blue: large, clear bright visions. Talent to burn this one - watch out."

- Chris Mansell