Time moves on and we get used to it. As our accustomed minds gradually and continually fill up with life find ourselves shocked when we take note to see an hour or a week has passed with not much to show other than an underlying sense of non-achievement. The terminal feeling of helplessness at the […]
Category: Poetry
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; […]
