Maurice Devitt

Black Soutane

The silent smell in an empty
wardrobe, the folds of sweat.
The point just behind your eyes
that you will never see
– your secret becomes ours;
how a blackboard licked
with the taste of chalk,
can ever reveal
secrets written in milk,
and how the runnels
of tears could vanish
from your face. They say
fungi even grow in the shadow
of forgiveness,
but if you were asked,
could you repeat the words
once studded with the sound
of plimsolls on gravel,
now stitched in the lining
of a coat you change
three times a day.

Copyright © Maurice Devitt 2013

A graduate of the Poetry Studies MA at Master Dei in Dublin I have had poems published in various journals in Ireland, England, Australia, Mexico and the US.

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