Already it Has Risen
The sun has already risen.
It slashes merciless rays,
Spreading vitamin D and radiation equally.
The paint on the front door peels
Under its ferocious examination.
It pours through the keyhole
Easy as milk.
Nestling its shape quite solid on the floor,
Its onslaught over, it marks a question;
Its position and shape ever shifting slightly,
But laying the same question each cloudless day.
Then the cat pats the intangible spot
– Golden like butter! – And jumps!
As a tumble of letters lands.
Clive Donovan is a full-time writer of poetry living in the creative atmosphere of Totnes in Devon. He has had many pieces published [including on Ink Sweat and Tears] but has yet to make a first full collection.
Note: A version of this poem appeared in Orbis Magazine #172 August 2015