Malcolm Povey


The blue gaze of love-in-a-mist
is gone. Call it ‘gaze’ or call
it ‘glare’, it held my stare,
made, for seconds, the day
easier to bear.

‘Love-in-a-mist.’ We had it once.
Telling me its name your voice
hinted it caught something of us,
the blur perhaps from which we reached
and found each other.

‘Love-in-a-mist.’ And now, your face,
your voice, are blurred into the mist
of the remembered dead. Your photo
only hints at what it cannot catch,
the living you who shed such light.
Mist. Missed. Mist. Missed.
The consonants don’t differentiate.
The flowers, your face, both gone.

Born in Stoke-on-Trent in 1947, Malcolm Povey has lived in Bournemouth for many years where
he taught English at the university, organised poetry readings, was a partner in the KQBX press and
helped to manage South, an innovative magazine which only considered anonymous submissions
and had different editors for every issue. His Sedgemoor, a collection exploring the Monmouth
Rebellion and linking it to recent history was published by Smokestack, as was Missing, poems
about the illness and death from cancer of his wife, Jackie. He runs a poetry group for U3A.