Wednesday, 13 February 2019

Echoes by Cath Davies

She spoke in her own voice.

For a minute, I swore
I could hear her mother talking.
Her grandmother.

Her great grandmother.
All the way back, all speaking
in her own voice.

Always, I can hear love, love.
For the telling of stories.
But for one, roaring female sound.

A scream from history.
A deafening echo
of all the women unreported.

It was then she sang.
For if they will not listen to your words,
then give them pitch.

She did and I was amazed.
I last heard her,
leading a revolution in song,

the chorus of her ancestors,
echoing, echoing.

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Cath Davies is 44 and works in social care in North Wales. Recently completing a degree in creative writing, she is a member of Colwyn Bay Writers' Circle and performs her poetry at events locally. She also writes prose, and has self-published 'Problem Box', a book of short stories, and 2 books of poetry, 'Love Across A Wire' and 'Juice' (with Gilda Clark), all available on Amazon.

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