The Call

You know what it is to hear a voice crack,
timbre rivering on the edge of pain

there’s a sweetness you don’t expect
that catches in the throat, a hoarse-grained
tremble between loneliness and love

like the click of the landline phone
before it rings

You could wait for the voice to speak,
hold that shimmer in the cradle
next to your ear    for moments,
years ………you could lean out
the window of it, take a breath
over its far, spangled city.

•••

was born in Trinidad and Tobago. She has studied French at UWI and Music and French Linguistics at Indiana University. Her poetry has appeared online in The Adirondack Review and other publications. Some recent work is included in Strangers in Paris: New Writing Inspired by the City of Light. She currently lives and works in France.

About this entry

You’re currently reading “The Call,” an entry on tongues of the ocean

Published:
Sunday, August 28th, 2011 at 12:02 am
2011 June Issue, bredren and sistren, written word