The whisper glides along streets,
Erodes long worn cobbles as it passes.
Through spokes of a rusting wheel
To the school and into classes.
The whisper begs attention,
A susurrous lingering in the alley
Carried on by a man, head down,
Hands in pockets.
In through the windows of lovers,
Detumescent in the moonlight.
Pulling at swollen lips
Which repeat the words with spite.
See a whisper is a powerful thing,
Once uttered, then magnified,
Twisted beyond recognition.
Once truth, a whisper begets the lie.
I love Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab series, it’s great for those languorous days where you need a little bit of inspiration. This time, the word was Whisper. This was my response.