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The Canadian Within I walk alone and across the river is another, unknown. Midnight is spinning away and church bells ring in the new hour of day, distantly singing in swirling mists her voice is ringing like the bells' gong alone in half-light with an ancient song. It soon occurs to me that a voice, my own, calls out to a far-off She, my otherself, Francophone, far off in its otherplace, calling to me alone. |
Additional Notes:
I have written and rewritten this poem and can't seem to get it going where I want it too!
I used "otherplace" and "otherself", deliberately made into one word, for effect. I wonder if this is apparent.
I'd welcome any suggestions-
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