Beryl Fenton’s poetry has a fine ring and polish to it. She engenders a painterly quality on the page, and her highly accessible work resonates with the reader
Wes Magee

Few poets can be both flippant and poetic at the same time – but Beryl Fenton can. It would be too easy to describe her as a surreal Stevie Smith, and while she has some undeniable qualities of that poet – a penchant for pantry anecdotes and a capacity to cock a snook at the most serious of issues – Fenton is very much her own thing and sketches out the canvas of life with sublime wit
Alan Morrison