Pin Drop
written by: Deirdre Carney
I have heard
No pin drop
No music of the spheres
Nor seen
A mirage in the desert
And no shooting star
I have tasted
No nectar, ambrosia
Nor vintage wine
I have touched
No fine silk
No orchid petals
I have smelt
No frankincense, myrrh
Nor fresh-plucked peach.
But I have
Heard your laugh
Seen your eyes
Tasted your tears
Touched your bright curls
Smelt the grass
Under our heads.
And I have traced
Your beautiful mouth
With a fingertip
Then blown softly
Until a smile bloomed
On your so-loved face.
Deirdre Carney enjoys her retirement living, reading and writing in a station house on the Far North Line in the Highlands of Scotland. She is currently writing a collection of poems inspired by memories of people who are no longer in her life.
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