One Poem by Stuart McClure

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.


What do you see in me, what questions rise
when the cave mouth is un-stoppered?

I am slathered on this accidental rock
like raw meat on a butcher’s block,

the soft sad-eyed bulk of me delineated
by a blackened fire stick.

What will you do when I fade-out,
when the rock-crust lets go its grip?

Don’t re-store me with tender bristles,
touching me here and there

until I have stepped into time,
a forgery in a gift shop.


Stuart McClure has been writing for several years, particularly inspired by Dartmoor and the South Devon Coast. He is a member of two writing groups: Moor Poets and Two River. They both provide stimulus and critical feedback.

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