Friday, 26 December 2014

Florence Ripley Mastin: From the telephone

I've blogged this before.  I've also added it to my poetry page.  I simply had to blog it again.  The majesty of this poem is without measure.

From the telephone by Florence Ripley Mastin

Out of the dark cup

Your voice broke like a flower.

It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.

The caress in its touch

Made my eyes close.

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