On deleting a villanelle about my grandfather
Boulevard Montmartre, Effet de nuit, 1897
Looking down to waxy traffic, it is all I can do
to not weep like an
old, brass coin. And outside
like a glove and your astonishment
of hands, healing here
in this soft hotel.
the willowy streetlamp
I put my hands to
Dominic Leonard’s writing can be found in PN Review, Poetry London, the TLS, Pain and elsewhere. In 2019 he received an Eric Gregory Award, and his pamphlet, Antimasque, will be published by Broken Sleep in 2021. He lives and teaches in London.