Arc
By David Clarke
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David Clarke
David Clarke’s first pamphlet, Gaud, won the Michael Marks award in 2013. His first collection, Arc, was published by Nine Arches Press in 2015 and was longlisted for the Polari Prize. Another pamphlet, Scare Stories, was published by V Press in 2017 and was named a Poetry School ‘Book the Year.’ His second collection, The Europeans, was published by Nine Arches in 2019. His poems have appeared in publications including Magma, Poetry Wales and The Guardian.
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Arc - David Clarke
Throw
I am the boy who threw the ball
into summer’s empty mouth
then saw there was no void at all –
as at the zenith of my lob
the sun’s hot lozenge stuck like tar
and held my missile’s arc aloft
for seconds, minutes, hours it seemed.
Dark jewel set in a golden ring,
black pupil stitched with molten seam,
agate globe in quartz’s kiss,
iron plunged in an ember pit –
little eclipse and apocalypse.
I squinted to see where it would land,
running forward with empty hands.
Epic Fail
The Messengers
Hark!, the angels are crying. We do not hear.
Even while they pace the lime-washed halls
brandishing bold lilies, as if to direct
our spiritual traffic – we are nonplussed.
We turn the pages of magazines, inspect
the sorry heel of our own dangled shoe.
Hark! and Hark! again. The rain is dashing
redbrick walls, cars illuminate
the prosey night, while ministers of all
religions bob home to a book or spouse –
and every one just out of earshot
for seraphim, Hark!-ing themselves hoarse.
Not even poets attend to that hailing,
haloed in their screen-bright fug.
Such barren shores they choose to call to,
those heralds. Such blasted shores.
Lyre
Orpheus wants two Americanos.
His mate is impatient on double yellows
in the van where they keep the harp,
rapping the roof with his knuckles.
Our godly axeman flashes a victory V,
thus drives home the point
of the goth girl’s pen
tracing cutely bulbous capitals
on her yellow pad, endlessly redrafting
a PERSONAL STATEMENT
as she chews on a hank of purple hair
that curtains the puffy eyes
of the barista. He slouches,
hung-over, to the steam machine
with a face full of shrapnel,
stomach turning at that burnt
milk smell of hot babies
screaming in 4x4s. Half-bald pigeons,
cyclists in eye-watering Lycra,
the whole ragged street tensed
beyond the café windows
waiting for Orpheus to swing
back into his van and strike
the morning’s opening chord.
Dear Superman,
I know, sometimes we have to take our chances.
But even now I feel like every shiver
in the air could be you passing. Asses
still need whipping and you’re such a giver –
giving them hell, I mean. Those freaks who slither
in every gutter spell plenty of printer’s ink.
Pictures of you turning a swollen river,
zapping the chains of captives, link by link.
Such meek-seeming schoolboy manners. You flush so pink
at the world’s praise. Looking back, I cringe to think
how I’d