Get Off the Phone! A Pantoum

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 11

Get Off the Phone! A Pantoum

Tripping across the long blue cable
strung across the carpet like a snake
someone has taken the phone to their room
what secrets do her whispers make?

Strung across the carpet like a snake
I follow the wrung-out telephone cord
secrets whisper, hiss a stranger’s fate
my ear locked tightly against the door

I slither along that once-curly cord
chasing its magic to the hidden socket
I finger it gently, it’s not that secure
one little pull and I’d disconnect it

chasing my freedom I run down the stairs
avoiding a lamp, I don’t want to knock it
my sister bursts from her room enraged
she trips on the cord, that terrible snake.

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