Monday, 23 December 2013

The Light in Argenteuil

Has gone from Room 10 Merrion Square.
The black sun left by a puncturing fist
enshadows lozenges of lapis
and light-blue and aqua -
rapid broken brushwork
one time shimmering
water and autumn’s russet ghosts.
Drifting toward a village flecked with gold.

Transmuted now to a square of shade
on red embossed wallpaper.
His monument to the moment
spirited away by a flock of cypseline hands
straining under swan neck lamps
to suture not restore.
Discharged light rendering the canvas
always dimmer than before.
That dawn that he caught
the transient luminous riverside.

His wild moth eyes full of violet
tracking protean prey
through field and orchard
and the garden where he knelt in old age
to plant among the iris
rhizomes of light.
Spreading shoots near and far
one stolen this year from a boat’s white sail.

The perpetrator remanded in custody
same court same judge same day
a Belfast rapist is granted the bail he jumped
to flee the country for the Continent.
His victim wondering what price placed
on the safety of women
on the dark efflorescence that suppurates
between her legs and will not still.

© Clare McCotter
Rapist who fled from North was found in Dublin | Irish Examiner 
Court refuses bail to Monet damage rap man |

Clare McCotter's poetry has appeared in Abridged, Boyne Berries, Crannóg, Cyphers, Decanto (forthcoming), Iota (forthcoming), Irish Feminist Review, Poetry24, Revival, Reflexion, The Cannon’s Mouth, The Moth Magazine, The Poetry Bus, The SHOp and The Stinging Fly. Black Horse Running, her first collection of haiku, tanka and haibun, was published in 2012. Home is Kilrea, County Derry.