By William Tod, BA English
A gentle, soothing, siren song?
Shattered memory, hidden deep,
Hazy horizons of Hedges’ hoarse,
The anxieties of the day collapse,
All is a calm, cooling current.
Cliches crumble as my soul dances
In sibilance, silence suppressed
By your phantasmagoric form.
“The wave of harmony descends”
The wave of harmony descends
And I alone am waited upon, to answer,
To bring forth a weighed and measured
Riposte, without obfusc meaning.
Your voice is my very vice and visage.
A mesmerising, mermadic melody
Magnetising me.
Photo caption: A moonlit seascape. (Credit: Conrad Ziebland, Unsplash)