On Writing

Poem 11 – Hearing Aid

Hearing aid I haven’t heard thebluejay gossip or thesquirrel shout ordersin weeks Could be my earshave stopped hearingcertain sounds – thoughthe second handthe dog sighthe boiling waterslapping againstthe belly of the kettleare very loud Maybe it’s the stormof grey Nows tumblingover themselvesgathering the Bleakbefore they finally fall flattenplace their throbbingheads down rest Perhaps the robinwill… Continue reading Poem 11 – Hearing Aid