I tend the mobile now like an injured bird *simile We text, text, text *anaphora our significant words.I re-read your first, your second, your third, look for your small xx, feeling absurd.The codes we send arrive with a broken chord.I try to picture your hands, their image is blurred. *incoherency/ miscommunication Nothing my thumbs press will ever be heard.‘Text’ is part of Carol Ann Duffy’s collection Rapture, which reflects on the progress of a relationship over the course of 52 poems that mimic the weeks of the year. Although the relationship Duffy took inspiration from was homosexual, she has stated her desire for her poetry to be read as non-gender specific. The collection is therefore refreshing in its inclusivity of all forms of love.‘Text’, introduces a contemporary issue . It astutely explores how the medium of mobile texting has become an imperfect but addictive medium for
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