Angela Topping Poems
- After The Earthquake Whether to cry out in answer to My ...
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- A Casting Off She sits and briskly knits, her needles clack,...
Married with two daughters. Has worked in education but now freelance writer. Published widely for both children and adults, though I do not really see a big distinction between these audiences. I love working with children and giving readings. more »
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After The Earthquake
Whether to cry out in answer to
My father’s strangled cries
as he shifts bricks above my head,
or whether to keep silent, holding back
this dust with clamped lips. I lie
sealed in and cannot choose.
If I speak, death will steal my breath
seeping in at the mouth;
if I choose silence he may go away
and weep, and never know how close
my grave or how I longed to answer.
Someone flutes powder from my face.
I feel warm breath. My eyelids move:
Their flutter fills my eyes with grit.
Weight lifts from my chest and arms
and inch by inch I live ...