Mountain Turn Purple
She calls from
on the motorway;
the mobile's signal is weak.
She breaks up, starts to shout
and, as the mountain leans towards him,
heart-beat slow, a rasp in its breath,
still he can not hear what she thinks
is causing his insecurity;
only that it will not last.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Sue Butler would be pleased to hear from you.