Voice in the WindA Poem by David Lewis PagetI
could hear her whispering under the trees Whenever
the breeze crept in through the pines, And
then when the Moon rose out of the sea It
soughed and it sifted out from the vines, I’d
stop and I’d listen, straining to hear What
the voice would sigh in the bright green sedge, ‘Ah
me!’ it started, then faded away, Went
searching for dreams at the water’s edge. I’d
follow it down through the rocks and pools As
the tide swept in, and over my feet, Down
where the crabs and the lobsters ruled A
ledge that was straddled by Neptune’s seat. The
tremulous voice in the runnels there Was
inarticulate, ravaged with pain, But
the breakers crashed, and they drowned it out When
I called for the creature’s name, in vain. But
back in the shack on that lonely shore Where
I’d fled to, after the accident, And
lying awake I could hear the roar Of
the crash, the train where the tracks were bent, And
Jill was alive in my mind, alight As
she’d whispered, just as we overturned: ‘I
want you to know that I’m yours tonight, Though
the stars have fallen, the heavens burned!’ Each
morning I’d stare at the plaster wall But
thinking of nothing, my mind a blank, I
wouldn’t go anywhere else at all, The
funeral church had been dark and dank. Her
father had hated the sight of me, The
mother had blamed for her daughter’s life, They’d
pushed us together, couldn’t they see? She
hated them both and had paid the price! My
world is haunted by shades from the past My
future has limited time to play, I
hear a whisper arise from the sea At
the end of every gruelling day. I
hear the whisper and know it’s Jill, Her
spirit is free in the fading light, I
know what she’s saying, whispering still: ‘I
want you to know that I’m yours tonight!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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Added on September 4, 2012Last Updated on September 4, 2012 Tags: pines, whispering, breakers, funeral Author
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