I Try to Listen as Your Voice Perforates the Air by Jenny Middleton


You are away tonight, but
you phone,

your voice cutting thoughts
to silhouettes of words
within your phone’s receiver,
their outlines hard
with reconfigured sound –
their impulses electric now-
saying you are busy; a loop of people
are around you in a hotel, somewhere social.

All the while, outside, slung against the sky
and drumming through slender telephone lines,
your speech is a signal carried
to untwine against my ear – empty –

filled only with necessity and ready mixed
expressions, as if poured dry from
those food sachets marked
‘tear here to open’
the contents falling in a hollow percussion,
pattering at the dull metal of a pan

and so different from a real voice’s
warm soar from a mouth to a mind;
all hot and bold
with breath’s winged part of air.

@2020 Jenny Middleton


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Jenny Middleton has written poetry throughout her life. Some of this is published in printed anthologies or on online poetry sites. Jenny is a working mum and writes whenever she can find stray minutes between the chaos of family life. She lives in London with her husband, two children and two very lovely, crazy cats.  You can read more of her poems at her website  https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com


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