CLAIR DE LUNE
She trailed me three miles home
with her Geisha face, always one step ahead
as if drawn along
like a child’s balloon, descending
into the evening scent of linden, then darting to my left
as if she knew my every move.
Just for kicks, she scaled
tumescent cranes, glided through their box of tricks,
blew rings of softest apricot
to mask her curves, skipped
a row of trees, then dropped into a bedding shop,
left me standing jaundiced under neon.
But still she favoured me, swept back
radiant on a plane’s flume and when I chose to turn away,
scurried down a side alley,
re-emerged ahead, hanging
on staves of telegraph wire — an astonished semibreve.
Every slate and puddled gutter
became her slave that night;
laid their hopeful mirrors at her feet, where she conceived
herself as peacock of a thousand cracks of light.
She blazed so recklessly,
I saw men’s boot-prints studded in her flesh,
then vanished — drawing whole oceans from me.
'Clair de Lune' was published in Popshot's 14th issue, The Curious Issue, which has now sold out. To ensure that you never miss a future issue of the print magazine, subscribe from just £10 a year.