Writing “Malham Cove”
Plump with rain
these moss-filled fissures
are a puzzle to my feet.
Malham Cove is girdled in
a grid of them.
I move between the lines
as if I’m writing letters
in a crossword box.
Undercut, the massive limestone
blocks can’t take my weight,
they shift with me.
I slip into the wrong words.
Mess the letters up.
Lose their meanings
in between the rocks.
David J. Costello lives in Wallasey, England. He has been widely published and anthologised. David has won prizes in a number of competitions including both the Welsh International Poetry Competition and the Troubadour International Poetry Competition. His latest pamphlet, No Need For Candles, was published by Red Squirrel Press last year.
www.davidjcostellopoetry.com
atriumpoetry.com 