R. M. Francis

St Clement

22nd January 202022nd January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, R. M. Francis

St Clement Morning before birth, almost-parents circling mud paths of Green Pool. In Peter’s footprints he stepped to quarry, stamped grounds with pickaxe, gorged stone with clear gushings and quenched those breaking rocks in hot

Branta Leucopsis

22nd January 202022nd January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, R. M. Francis

Branta Leucopsis Trees dropped. Clinker keel, stem, strakes and hull. Mosses pulled to drag dreki from port to sea. Invaders in Drekars crash into breakers on the teeth of Stert Point. Sucking themselves along the

Seaside Stroll

22nd January 202022nd January 2020:Poets, R. M. Francis

Seaside Stroll UK’s shortest pier: a desolate arcade, still uncleaned from last night’s penny-worth bagatellers. You pass marine rotten timbers where weedy teens pass legal-highs til midnight. Now, almost dawn and brown seas hide and

Prayerfully

22nd January 202022nd January 2020:Poetry, :Poets, R. M. Francis

Prayerfully Oblique, delicate prayer. Wild, blind prayer - spare space this week’s rosary. Sapphira says there’s a decade knotted around the noose for my sin. Skip Monday’s joyful mystery, skip Tuesday’s sorrow - Mother knows