Within a forbidden place
Darkness shifts
And light begins to glow;
A woman comes cautiously to life.
Answering the urging of her soul,
Her fears outmatched by hope,
She responds to that rare being:
A gentle man.
Warm of heart,
Kind in spirit,
He lifts her from her lonely shell;
And though nothing will come of it
She can't resist the call,
Or the sweet brush
Of what might have been.
And for a while she basks
In the joy of her womanhood
As she dreams the dreams
Of the heart.
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Reviews of "The Call"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2006
THIS is exquisite. Such dark thoughts, but layered with hope and wishful thinking. I really liked this poem. Welcome to AuthorsDen.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.