Ode to The Speaking Figure (an English jig written on the page)

Rain tacks strap along the train window

Elementary rainsticks quivering slantways

Mustering the quaver jig in morse code

Outlining you back in midnib wash

Wavering in mildmauve, held in transit

Between note and midmouth resting pose

You unspeak so I can speak

To the sore in soar, we both speak the same

No harmony here, just midcrows on stained pallets

By ligature I realign the rackmode on a windslope

Lines in my ear behold to lay song speech 

A mensural marshalling on diagonal silence 

Mary Shackle Wilson