LIZ AND RICHARD
She said I could divorce her if I wanted
but I didn’t want that.
I wanted my name, which wasn’t even my name
chiseled into her gravestone for eternity
He was right, she was my muse in a way
like Liz to Richard.
Something to get the fire started
you had to watch out
when it got going.
In the park
it said on a small plaque next to a tree
‘20 the tree of heaven’
I had a good look at it
but it didn’t look heavenly to me
only later did I think
it may look different at the top
I should have climbed it
Marc Carver has had some nine hundred poems published around the web and has performed around the world and is still lucky enough to be able to write in a way he wants to write. The biggest pleasure for him is when someone he does not know says they enjoy his work.