...Beyond houses and history, into legend and myth,
From stone and brick buildings, to moss & feathered heath
With no reprise or concessions, into darkness now,
Shot through with flashing light, changing doors, locks and keys
Silver bark fingers, root planted feet,
Light spine trunk, breathing life giver
Close to the source beyond the earthly realms
Landscapes forming though ruined castle walls,
Aperture of soft fog light,
Distilled grand rime machine,
Surrendered spaces time lapse.
Friends looking out onto a familiar scene
From profane to sacred and back again
Beneath the hills by the secret garden,
Through the haze of the misty morning,
The sun cuts through illuminating,
And wakes me gently ruminating
Through the woods, into the inner light
Out of timeless shadows towards every dawn
Temple of light in planted lines,
Circular journey along the same straight path,
The law of perplexing returns...

It is indeed a masterwork - from the opening majestic image to the closing one. It's a great flow of words, slowing,  gathering pace, surging - as nature does. It provokes thoughts and anxieties, yet there is such  joy and  tenderness, a balm, 'a doorway of hope', with  'nature more determined than tarmac.'  It is personal and profound, written by a man whose eyes and senses miss very little; would that I could experience all that Matthew Shaw does in his epic 'Atmosphere of Mona.

Shirley Collins, folk singer and author

Matthew Shaw channels reverse traditions into the future via music/word gnosis, landscape as character/life, and a connection to the heart that is as direct, and spontaneous, as it is unerringly true.

David Keenan, author

It is a very innovative work; plangent and melancholy and almost certainly the first haunted book I have ever read.

Sir Tim Smit, author, Co-founder of Eden Project & The lost gardens of Heligan

He has turned to reveal but not reversed his language. Previously he spoke through a layered sound of landscape that moved through time. Horizontal drifting, entwining and layering cloud on earth, light on wind, weather as a pulse. Drawing out history as a surface without image, so that we might understand the flow through our listening hearts. That is what Matthew Shaw does in his music. What he is known for. Now he casts individual notes as words. Verticals which he gently demands we pause to taste; seeds, pathways, gateposts and lenses. These poems hold space and breath in a Haiku of moments; the drift of the music cupped, stopping us dead in our tracks. Now the flow and ebb, which he mastered before, watches the singularity of the moment. The stand still to breath in the actual moment. The primal zen of now.

Brian Catling, artist and author

Matthew Shaw is a magnificent voice of the nature spirit as well as the human spirit. He combines beautiful feelings with clear thoughts. I am always inspired by the depth of his powerful poems. 

Satish Kumar, author, activist and Editor Emeritus of Resurgence

I think what the poems show is attentiveness, open-ness, a sensitivity to possibilities but without tipping over into anything too obviously pantheistic. There is an implied animism, perhaps, but even this might be understood as metaphorical. Reading them is a subtle experience, requiring reflection and, I might put it like this, extrapolation: walking with you just a few steps further on from what the lines actually say.

Mark Valentine, author