Poem by Clarissa Aykroyd (Canada/ UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 45
Some nights, he walks from the silent house
out to the chalky light of the cliffs.
He sees into the night sky’s loneliness,
reads the hands and faces of the stars.
He takes their pulse, and thinks of the doctor.
Some nights, he gazes down to Eastbourne.
The pier is a bell of light on the sea.
He hears the hum of distant thoughts, those lives
like the flash and flow of the beehive.
His mind is listening to them, in darkness.
Clarissa Aykroyd grew up in Victoria, Canada. She now lives in London, England and has also lived in Dublin, Ireland. Her work has appeared in Lighthouse, The Island Review, The Missing Slate, Shot Glass Journal, And Other Poems and Ink Sweat & Tears, and in anthologies. She was a contributor to Ireland'sThe Gathering Poem and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. She is the author of a blog about poetry and poets, The Stone and the Star (http://thestoneandthestar.blogspot.co.uk)
Image: 'Late afternoon' by Hernán Piñera.