"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde
Although it’s a meagre tribute, I dedicate this to the poetry activist Linda Chase, who did make light of illness and who passed away on Friday.
If silver really heals, we served you well;
smoothing out the scabs
and pouring water in,
as deep as Doomsday;
cooling that great cavity
where Derbyshire’s long bones showed through –
and you, a broken mirror,
a patient making light of sickness,
bearing up the boats as if
it didn’t matter.