Wednesday 17 February 2021

The sound in my eyes

When the heart

with alarm calls to

trees of antiquity

to be near,

this world, the purgatory

of the mouse-click,

stares back

and slams the door.

As words say, or

a wired stray is

the sound in my eyes.

Pacing in place,

hands in pockets,

caught blushing.

Poem: Marie Craven, 15 September 2017 (CC BY-NC 4.0)

An erasure poem, selecting words from writing by Nigel Wells

Photo: Benjamin Balazs, Unsplash

The sound in my eyes