I’m All Ears

“I’m all ears”
                        said he
and listened to them laugh

“Never seen a rainbow then?”
“Or smelled an aromatic blend?”

He was all ears
                        when talk turned
to the smoothness of lovers’ skin
then from there to its saltiness

He did not scratch his chin
He was all ears
                        But he wondered
at these narrowest of minds
their majors and minors all confined
to the early stages of the alphabet

Shelly Bryant divides her year between Shanghai and Singapore, working as a teacher, writer, researcher, and translator. She is the author of three volumes of poetry, Cyborg Chimera, Under the Ash, and Voices of the Elders, a pair of travel guides, and a translation of Sheng Keyi’s novel 《北妹》 (Northern Girls) for Penguin Books.

Shelly’s poetry has appeared in journals, magazines, and websites around the world, as well as in several art exhibitions, including dark ’til dawn, Things That Disappear, and Studio White • Exhibition 2011. You can visit her website at http://shellybryant.com.

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2 Responses to I’m All Ears

  1. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    Great poem! Can see and ‘hear’ it in my mind’s eye! Thanks for sharing!

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