Thursday, 18 June 2020

A Poem a Day (181): On the radio

On the radio

I heard it on the radio,
Poured out on the waves.
A broken signal
In white interference.

He announced it,
The man who went silent
When the transmission cut.

Said it was on its way,
But not what it was.
Rain plunges outside.

We sit fast by the radio
And the soundless television,
Waiting for a word or a sign
Of what we should fear.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 18, 2020

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