So, this poem is for George and Lucy.
Name
When did your name
change from a proper noun
to a charm?
Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.
Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.
I love your name.
I say it again and again
.............
I pray it
into the night
till its letters are light.
I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.
Carol Ann Duffy
And they ask 'What's in a name?'. Quite a lot, actually! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem - thank you for bringing it to our attention!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem! Definitely bookmarking this one.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem - and George would definitely have read this to Lucy, overlooking the Arno.
ReplyDeleteLovely! Names really do mean so much.
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