Poem Of The Month
Selected by David Underdown, who also writes the commentary.
The day the marks made sense
by Imtiaz Dharker
When my finger pushed at the marks
jumbled on a page and stumbled
on the word g i r l, when I found
that every scratch has its own sound
g
i
r
l
I said it in Scottish. girril
That was just the start. Words
made stories that flew out of books.
Buses had routes and I could
read them. Signs spoke to me
as if they had voices. I sent
messages, word came back.
Then the glass blue days began
and lived in my house as if
they would never crack
or break.
