Little People

From the luminous mind of Victorian-era Australian poet Victor Daley comes this enchanted collection that channels the misty magic of the Celtic Twilight. These verses drift between the mortal world and the realm of faerie, where 'little people' dwell in moonlit groves and ancient hollows. Daley writes with a wanderer's soul and a dreamer's precision, conjuring images of supernatural beings who dance at the edges of human perception: spirits of the bush, creatures of folklore, and the ghostly inhabitants of Australia's untamed landscapes. The poetry carries a profound longing, a sense that the world once thrummed with invisible life and that modern readers might still, if they listen closely, catch glimpses of that older magic. Daley stands apart from his contemporaries Lawson and Paterson, offering not the hard-bitten realism of the bush but something more elusive: verses that feel like half-remembered legends, whispered from one generation to the next. At once elegy and incantation, this collection invites readers to step through the veil between what is seen and what is felt, into a landscape where the ordinary world trembles with unearthly presence.