Melody

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)