No Dark Pastoral

the sunlight was
different then it
swayed in stalks
like beautiful
blinking sisters
cloaked round in
Eros Eros Eros
I laid the knots of
light down piece
by piece into a
circle there is no
mist-flown field
no great holy
pond of black winds
just the last juice of
March draining
off the board
all my dreams are
wearing bright ugly
waistcoats & it is
spring almost definitely

Dominic Leonard studied English in Oxford and is researching for an MA in Postcolonial Literary and Cultural Studies at the University of Leeds. His poetry and non-fiction have appeared in Poetry London, Oxford Poetry, The Scores, Disclaimer and Zarf.