Calling

Calling by Kirsty A Niven

The ring of the phone echoes, hollow,
the black of night threatening to consume.
Each ring takes me further from you,
a catastrophic countdown beating, drumming.

There is no answer.

An hour on, the phone bursts to life,
singing outs its rings in glory!
I pick it up and in whispering French,
hopes are crushed, fears animated –

You’re really, truly dead.

***

Kirsty A. Niven is from Dundee, Scotland where she lives with her husband and cats. Her poetry has appeared in a number of places including Artificial Womb, The Dawntreader, Dundee Writes, Cicada Magazine and Laldy. You can find more of her work on:
https://wutheringmites.wordpress.com/

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