The Whisper

The whisper floats

around my neck

soft and becoming

like a thread of pearls.

Makes me feel

like a lady

being sung sweet

somethings

on a special eve.

A ball maybe,

A ceremony..

Maybe I’ve received an award

and have just arrived

home

to the only applause

that matters.

(c) Abena A-Green 2013

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