Earphones

• Maisie Norton, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2019

Earphones
An earphone in my ear and yours
Come to listen; that binding chord.
From the tomb that I wished to stay
The white string glowed between there and away
Against our home, that tender warm dark:
My mother sings as she gives birth.
Around my finger those wires thread
Towards your heart upon an end
of songs that plead that ulnar case:
The moon knew all along.
But those lady lunes of aged discord
Of melodies stopped, for the cable’s fall-
Revered for the sound once shared:
I remember us.
An earphone in your ear and mine
Come to listen; one set down.