The Accent
bury it down in sandy eggo
colder than grains, bluer than ocean
folding the bones, placing the pennies
whisper three days, lean in,
whisper in three days I will come for you
whisper but who knows when that will be
now hear the sirens singing softly
– had your grandmothers been to the sea?
you think you have a voice without me
you think you have something to say
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Oh, I love this. The language, the imagery, that ending. It all works so well.
thank you!
Arwen,
This is stunning. I love the way this builds and moves.
Thank you! I felt like I was transcribing this more than writing it and I was afraid to touch it too much
I like the power dynamic the last two lines display in this piece.
thank you!
Beautiful. Also a little sinister, maybe? A nice combination.
Feels that way to me too – thank you!
Love it!
Thanks for reading!
Dang! Powerful Ritual. Powerful evocation of the past and damn–
Love the last line.
Echoing everyone else!!
This was dang inspired and powerful, Lady!
Speechless. Your whisper anaphora gave me anaphylactic shock – breath out, I feel kilt.
I love the rhyme and balance in:
“whisper but who knows when that will be/now hear the sirens singing softly/– had your grandmothers been to the sea?”
I live in a haunted house, but I have never heard her speak, but others have and eagerly tell me…