Triplet

~ squidditas

I’ve never heard you sing. Although you make,
daily, those same three notes. A humming-bird
is much less gentle. It’s not a song that’s strained –
it’s unconscious. It’s a tune you’ve never heard,
un-trilled, but that you endlessly repeat
like a motif or a ritual word
and now I point it out and so deplete
the only real music on the earth
to say that hidden, set and buried deep
beneath the steel is a heart that burns.

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Whaddupp, my name is Sam Hickford. I am due to graduate my PhD from St Andrews in December. I wrote about Clare and contemporary poetry. I have a book, Poems Sketched Upon the M60, published in 2021. I have quite a few academic papers which you can find here: https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Sam-Hickford. I publish other people here too, but unless it is signalled that someone else is the author, I am the author.

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