Little turnip-face
hung in this jar like a jack o’lantern
you turn your botched eye
to the curious world.
There’s something in the quirk
of your hobgoblin mouth
that seems to mock
yet might break into sobs
any moment.
Little changeling
you are so other
and so human.
They wouldn’t show you to your mother.
I wish she could have held you,
stroked your auburn curls,
traced the whorls
of your delicate, perfect ears.
Cyclops by A.C. Clarke | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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A C Clarke has published six collections and six pamphlets, two in collaboration. Her latest collection is ‘Alive Among Dead Stars’ (Broken Sleep Books 2024). A third collaborative pamphlet with Maggie Rabatski and the late Sheila Templeton is due out from Seahorse Publications in October 2025. She lives in Glasgow.
