Text by Melanie Branton

Your One Phone Call

For as long as I can remember,
I have always lived in text.

When I still tottered and toddled on my feet,
I trod more surely through the corridors of narrative,
planking over the potholes in my vocabulary
in a rush to get to the end of the story.

New words were exotic animals
freshly created by me,
a chubby-cheeked, wide-eyed God.
I saw that they were good.

Now, lazing in the hammock
of the downstroke of a ‘y’ or ‘g’,
swinging on the crossbar of a ‘t’,
inhaling the Parma violet scent of the ink,
it is hard sometimes to credit
that my white-leafed, soft-palmed paradise

is for others a dense and hostile jungle.
For them, words are dagger-toothed man-eaters
that lurk within those strange and spiky,
ink black, thick-packed trees.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Melanie Branton is the 2015 Bristol regional Hammer and Tongue slam champion. She has also had poems published…

View original post 18 more words

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s