Voice In The Wilderness - Poem by Lucy Burrow
'Voice of a Wildebeast? ' she said......
She sort of spat it out
Her lined brow furrowed
In tightly ploughed lines.
'Voice of a Wildebeast! - Ha!
Now I wonder what that sounds like? '
She screwed her face
Then, from the belly
Deep and booming
She repeated herself, amused.....
'Voice of a Wildebeast'
There seemed a moment of total clarity
Her eyes bright
With the same humour
I once loved in her.
I stood quiet
And looked unblinkingly at her satire
Waving sinewy hands
Above her nodding head
Her bespectacled face
'No, Gran, ' I said quietly,
'I said I am a VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS'..................
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