Archive for September, 2008
by Leah Armstead
You shrug off conversation as if it’s a fussy coat
too tight around your chest, hampering breath.
It’s easy to see your mouth as a sliver of moon
hidden by clouds that filter out brightness.
In perpetual silence you’ve found a way
to fade from focus, to receive vague notice.
They call you a loner, but I’ve been with you
alone, heard your wit and insight, know that
your silence in a crowd is as necessary
as stone walls that keep a garden intact.
Leah Armstead lives in Aberystwyth and has had poems published in Ragged Raven, Leaf Books, Recusant, and Pipeworks among others.