Secrets
the not saying of it
the hush of it
weeping through her
veins through her daughter’s
quiet down the branched roads
of generations
the still of it
the still stain of it
the weary road shale grey
the lie of it
Danielle McShine‘s poetry appears in the anthology Strangers in Paris (Tightrope Books, 2011) and she was joint first-place winner of the 2011 Small Axe Literary Competition (Poetry). Born in Trinidad and Tobago, she currently lives in France.
I found this poem quite riveting and keep wanting to read it over and over. I’d love to read more of Danielle’s work – but thanks for this one.