the laughter of stafford girls' high, part v (conclusion)

Okay, it was stalled a little by my exam last week, but here is the final installment of Carol Anne Duffy's The Laughter of Stafford Girls' High. The beginning, if you want to refresh your memory/read the whole thing at once, is here. I'd be really interested to know what everyone thought, so if you wanted to post a comment after this it would be great to see who read it/enjoyed it/hated it/etc. Onwards!

Small hours. The moon tracked Mrs Mackay as she reached the edge
of the sleeping town, houses dwindling to fields, the road
twisting up and away into the distant hills. She caught her mind
making anagrams - grow heed, stab, rats - and forced herself
to chant aloud as she walked. Hedgerow. Bats. Star. Her head
cleared. The town was below her now, dark and hunched,
a giant husband bunched in his sleep. Mrs Mackay climbed on,
higher and higher, keeping close to the ditch, till the road snaked
in a long S then levelled out into open countryside. Shore,
love, steer, low, master, night loom, riven use, no. Horse. Vole.
Trees. Owl. Stram. Moonlight. Universe. On. Wed, loop, wand,
drib, tiles, pay thaw, god. Dew. Pool. Dawn. Bird. Stile. Pathway.
Dog. She arrived at the fringe of a village as morning broke.

Miss Batt held Miss Fife in her arms at dawn, the small room ( ... )