We Sing a Different Song
They have never seen the towering
lighthouse that holds us spellbound,
the pillar of white we drew a line
around, or the crisp leaves we spun
and remain in suspension,
the cobwebs that blow from tongues
and flavour our world sea-salt and pistachio.
They have never seen the ocean spilt
into an indigo sky or people edge away
muttering words about magic, and tricks
of light – in another time and place
we may have sung the same song.
Copyright © Sharon Woodcock 2014
Sharon Woodcock lives in Kent. In her spare time she writes stories, screenplays and poems. Her poems has appeared in various publications, including: Ink Sweat & Tears, Nutshells & Nuggets, and The Stare’s Nest.