In Silence
In Silence, I heard the word
it spoke to me
as if a Master’s voice stirred
drowsy morning--
Only moments ago
I dreamed of silk--
the road too cobbled
as I slept--
the stirring grasses
curious
outside my drowsing house--
ominous
the coach’s wheels pausing
near the black door
while my heart still rested
innocent, a flower
not ready to be pried
into violent bloom--
as the word lured
me from my slumber--
Karen Bingham Pape is a teacher and writer. Her poems have appeared in small press publications such as Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review and Maverick Press and in on-line journals such as Words-Myth and Perigee. She has read her work at conferences such as Southwestern ACA/PCA Pop Culture, ASU Annual Writers Conferences in Honor of Elmer Kelton, and Fort Concho Literary Festival.