There’s no sharing that magical black wand.
It is mine, and mine alone. With it
I summon a cast of friendly faces
as next to me she disappears
down the end of a cordless phone.
Paul Clyne lives and works in Fife, Scotland. His poems have appeared previously in Magma, Snakeskin, Neon, Nutshells and Nuggets, and Ink, Sweat & Tears.
Your One Phone Call 