After the blah-blah radio is unplugged
when raucous tongues trail into distance
at closing time
comes the long, longed-for silence
It is blessed peace, relief
where once the head pain throbbed
only flashbacks of residue behind my eyes
Flake by flake, reticence settles
muffled, mute. Against this iron curtain
a countermand is calling
An insurgency, to throw the pebble
– plop – and hear the ripples
slop against the muddy bank.
Be startled by the moorhen’s screech
or the resurrected record of your voice
in long ago tit-for-tat chats
Remembering the lonely and socially isolated during this, another lockdown. Misky’s twiglet 'a long silence' gave impetus to some get-the-ball-rolling poetry writing as I join with others @dVerse for Open Link Night
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