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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Clarissa Aykroyd grew up in Victoria, Canada and studied at the University of Victoria. She has also lived in Dublin and is now a resident of London, UK. Her work has recently appeared in The Missing Slate, And Other Poems and Ink Sweat & Tears, and will shortly appear in LAMDA Anthology of Verse and Prose Volume 18 and LAMDA Acting Anthology Volume 3. She has been nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize by Muse Pie Press. Currently she works as Publishing Coordinator for LAMDA. She is the author of a blog about poetry and poets,
The Stone and the Star

Clarissa Aykroyd

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Wicklow Mountains After Rain

Under the hills swollen blue with water
I remembered my coming and its why.
There was a plainness in the sky, a light
to clear the mind of all that's left behind.
This is the word made evident, simple
truth of truths, with no imperfect gods of clay
to bind me. This is fire that lulls to sleep
and then dies in the rain of its passing.
Later, they will say I have forgotten
though by then I will have come to know all
that can be painted in brushstrokes of gold
on the world's vault and the sky of the hills.