What Power There Is In A Name

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.

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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.

 

 

19 Comments

  1. Names are like magic words. Love this, Carol, and thanks for sharing the open mic. I like the idea of a dVerse zoom night perhaps.

  2. Ah, that time when our head hits the pillow and the names slip through the veil of our mind.

  3. There’s something very sensual about the name having a taste, and your use of the word “slipped” makes it feel almost clandestine.

    A poetry zoom might be fun!

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