This Weeping Place
In this weeping place
it is cruelty of thought
that returns from shadow to bite
written on a cave wall an age ago
I tried to wash it all away
along with this treacherous day
she came to me like a Jill-in-the-Box
her face opening like an umbrella
then all dissolved as a cloud of ink
may drift in a wild pool of water
I do not dare disturb that memory
where she lay bends still doomed flowers
whose names I never knew
between them no room to sit
petals on petals
choked in their perfume
I stifle tears
in this old forgotten bit of meadow
Clive Donovan is
from Devon, England. He is the author of two poetry collections, The Taste of Glass (Cinnamon Press,
2021]) and Wound Up With Love
(Lapwing, 2022); his poems appear in
Acumen, Agenda, Crannog, Popshot, Prole, Stand and SurVision.