The Volume of Silence

They scolded him for lying,
told him the aitch was silent,
but he knew the difference
that silence could make;
the bright click of watt
the doubtful and softening h
of what
the new, the lightbulb moment.
He knew they would never understand him,
like wood they could only split
along the grain, unable
to weigh the turn of the vowel,
the way the consonant bends
like the wing of a tern
over the water.

John Newson has a wide variety of interests, ranging from architecture to zoology, and a corresponding inability to focus on any single task. He writes in an attempt to achieve such focus. He lives in Wiltshire, where he enjoys spending time in the countryside with his wife and two children.

John has work published or forthcoming with Hummingbird, Sleet, Allegro Poetry Magazine, The Moth and The Lyric, among various others.

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