Charlotte Green’s Voice by Graeme Sandford


“And now on Radio Four…”

My hands are sweating, my throat is dry,
There’s a quickened breathing, then a softened sigh,
I’m in love, and in this matter I have no choice,
I have been smitten by… Charlotte Green’s Voice

Beside the radio, from dusk till dawn
I listen avidly; all forlorn
If She’s not there.
I list again from dawn till dusk
To hear Her voice becomes a must.
Shipping forecast! “Dogger, Bite!”
Oh, what might, happen, oh, what might! (W. Shakespeare, The Tempest)
The silky tone, the fluent word;
Her voice, in my head, must be heard.
I check the website for Her name,
I need to hear Her, which is my shame,
I’m fixated by Her speaking;
In Radio Times, I am now seeking:
Where can She be? Where is the One;
Who will set my heart free, or leave my soul undone?

“And now on Radio Four…”
I hear that She is to go
This was spoken on ‘Her’ radio
And soon no more shall She be heard
Her voice in my head, Her every word
Entering and possessing me will pass and fade
And, I must admit I am dismayed
For She has helped me through the night
With Her silken pronouncements and links so bright
I do not know what I shall do
When She speaks no more to me, – or you.

Perhaps we will run aground upon the Isle of Wight!

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