A picture of the Carrer Pescadors
A photo of my old street, in the rain;
Sandstone grim, the summer’s sudden
Treachery marked upon it
As knuckles dent a cheek.
I can feel the weight of that sky
Wet treasure, and the trees, pushed by
The downpour
Over the shining street’s mirror
Are like wet-haired dancers
Exhausted and weeping
In the storm’s dark.
Gareth Spark’s short fiction and poetry appears widely on- line and in the small presses. He reviews poetry for Fjords Review, among others. He lives and works in Whitby, Yorkshire, and his latest collection is Snake Farm (Electraglade Press).