Thursday, 19 July 2018

The Sound of English Spoken. (Revised).


The sound of English spoken
A mouthful of herring bones
Salt to the tongue and brittle
Raw noise in the ear
Terse - but precise


My native language is a border guard
When love is deep and powerful


Sometimes the Latins are lyrical
Melding syntax to human heartbeats
Youthful hearts beating in unison
Touching the sunlight with music
A tender kiss


Love
When I think of you I am singing
Singing intimate songs without lyrics
My native language kept in quarantine
When it cannot dance lightly


Dance lightly from partner to partner
True stories that need no telling


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 11th. - July 19th. 2018.
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