When I thought about it
there was no memory of your name
being slipped to me.
Just the taste of it on my tongue
and a certainty for the syllables
chanted into my pillowcase
when my head found home
and I wished you there.
I had to delay getting across to the pub tonight, as I was taking part in another poetry event with some local poets from my neck of the woods. It was done through Zoom and streamed live to Facebook (not without hiccups). I’ve included the link below for anyone interested. It might be fun to try and set up a dVerse zoom night perhaps? I start reading around the 51 minute mark, however the video is a bit choppy and my inability to listen to myself without cringing, means I’m not 100% on what the audio is like.