Rain,
fine rain that looked like mist as we walked.

We didn’t talk much,
not sure we spoke at all.

Subdued, bedraggled around the curve of the bay.
Waves racing in fast,
foam around our feet.

The night was a reminder,
my only, my only.

“‘The Silence of the Girls’ by Pat Barker may be about the Trojan Wars from a female perspective, but I looked to take the wars out entirely from the poem, to find something of this time–or any.” -Pamela Hobart Carter