You write your meaning
in golden ink
shaping letters
to make the lines
dance an unheard song
across naked space
so I wonder
at the silence
that surrounds you
which infiltrates
my own faint blood,
an echo of lace.
I wrote this poem, inspired by one of our international students who noted down an appointment in her paper diary when I organised it for her – instead of using the phone as 99% of our students do. I found it very soothing indeed!