Jack Clemo: Poet of the Clay

‘The Flooded Clay Pit’           These white crags Cup waves that rub more greedily Now half-way up the chasm; you see          Doomed foliage hang like rags;          The whole clay-belly sags.             What scenes far Beneath those waters: chimney pots That used to smoke; brown rusty clots           Of wheels still oozing tar; […]