Jocelyn Simms

It was the silence

that caught you out –
like the soft middle of a meringue.

Like waking on an opalescent cloud,
or thinking yourself lolling
on a branch of a white cherry tree,
scents mizzling your head.

Flicker through sea foam,
finger-ripples that brought Aphrodite
to Limassol’s shore, anchored
to her pearly shell.

Walk along a melting ice tunnel
in Chamonix. Each droplet
has a story to tell.

Pressure builds, omits a sigh
when breath exhaled
disturbs this paradise.

Behind thin suburban walls,
as you snatch at guilty pleasures,
a faint susurration, no more.

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‘It was the silence’ by Jocelyn Simms received a special mention in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (March/April 2020) judged by Mandy Pannett.

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