Melody

William Tod, BA EnglishA gentle, soothing, siren song? Shattered memory, hidden deep, Hazy horizons of Hedges’ hoarse, The anxieties of the day collapse, All is a calm, cooling current. Cliches crumble as my soul dances In sibilance, silence suppressed By your phantasmagoric form. The wave of harmony descends And I alone am waited upon, to answer, To bring forth a weighed and measured Riposte, without obfusc meaning. Your voice is my very vice and visage. A mesmerising, mermadic melody Magnetising me.