Photo: James Norminton

Apart from a fondness for Swedish Gustavian chairs, Marie Clausén has an enduring love for trees and the bugs and beasts that dwell in them. Her poem "A Spruce" was published in Bywords Quarterly.

Monday's Poem

© Marie Clausén


daylight blown out mid-morning
as the rainbell descends,
its clay-coloured mantle
reflecting the muddy melt;
but against that welkin of clay
stand a thousand wicks waiting
to be leaf-lit once again

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