Weekend Verses.

                                          Echo

I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face ...

when your face,
like the moon in a well
where I might wish ...

might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face ...

where your face was reflected, lovely,
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air ...

the emptying air.


           .........by Carol Ann Duffy (1955-)