Mythic Whisper Poem A thin shiver of hush brushes your cheek,as if the dark itself has reached out to speak your name.Not darknesssomething older wearing the darklike a borrowed cloak. It moves with the ancient authorityof a presence that has crossedtoo many thresholdsto bother announcing itself. A breath stirs.Not wind.Not ghost.A hush with lineage,a sound… Continue reading Using Euphony in a Poem.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
