In Their Voice
it is in their voice
it is in their sigh
it is like a storm
across a peaceful sky
it is a reflected truth
a chastised lie
it hides in life’s hedgerows
with its telling eyes
it is ever present
and cannot be missed
hungry and waiting
others soon notice
it is in their hug
the long goodbye
it labours long
dreaming of a prize
James Garratt – January 2008
In Their Voice
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 