Thursday, April 12, 2007


Alone, I left you
to the quietude of seagulls.
It was a windy afternoon
when I went,
your small arms
lifted towards me,
trembling like
hinges of rust.

1 comment:

Joseph Knecht said...

Your words are striking. They hit me like stones. You have this way of making me shudder, of moving me.

I try to elude some of those stones, but the images they create in my mind's eye are so strong.

You have a gift to convey words the image and meaning you exactly want them to say. I like it very much. The sordid and the light.

Be careful, Clare, I believe you're well on your way to becoming a serious writer and poet!

Thank you for writing.