Shibboleth

shibboleth

Shibboleth

By Michele Habel-Coffey

 

He speaks to me a shibboleth

And I open up my gates

His soulful sound – my sacred song

For a lifetime, I would wait…

 

Listening from behind my walls

For the music of his prose

Bearing respite from the war

I have so long now known

 

Our language binds us – kindred

Breathy pauses fill the air

Drawn back into desperate lungs

Burning, naught to spare

 

Upon solitary letters

A secret message sings

Single syllables of hope

Winds upon the strings

 

Of an instrument in common

Connected by the notes

Rolling off our lovers tongues

Marking us as being one

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