Clare Crossman

 

 

 

Dr Glovers’ Sabbatical

Taking time for himself.  No evidence of habitation,
the rented cottage garden is high with feverfew.

In the afternoons he visits the long Norfolk beaches
throws pebbles back for those he could not mend.

Here there are places to get lost. Outside, beyond
a tree lined cul de sac, a path where hayfields

tilt and rise beyond the flint, marked by porches
and swifts, the doors to other lives.

His tradition one apothecary, dispensing foxglove,
willow; digitalis purpurea, salix salicacae,

for cardiac and inflammation against disease
and damp, their force was true.

The summer roads have pulled him out to sit
in the shade of empty churches, no need for a clean white shirt.

‘First do no harm’. He sleeps the sleep of poppies,
lies down in the garden. Enjoys the distance.

one also of heart and head, hands on the steering wheel,
crossing the narrow ground.

 

Clare Crossman lives near Cambridge. She has published three books of poetry: Landscapes Redbeck Press, Going Back Firewater Press, The Shape of Us Shoestring Press 2010. She is currently working on a next collection. In 2012 She was a prizewinner in the Second Light Poetry competition. A sequence of poems  Artists Books  was recently published in morphrog6. Her poems have appeared in many anthologies. She runs a writing and performance group at The Tavern Art Gallery Cambridgeshire

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