Not come across her before - according to the Guardian she's more cheerful now than when she started writing 15 years ago. Under the wing of John Cooper Clark these days apparently and formerly member of a punk band. She greatly admired The Clash whose roadie Johnny Green was also recently on the tour with her.
Not exactly poetry but the very poetic beginning of Under Milk Wood.
To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.