The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


The New Phone

The first time it rang, I felt funny
So shrill, silencing other noises
I'm getting used to it
to its light-weightness,
to its flashing red signal
shining bright when someone calls.

I have a new toy
Always fascinated, I take the handle
and watch the numbers shine
Then I'll forget whom I'd call!

Ring! here goes another call
Excitedly I answer
aw, wrong number!
Diappointed, I wait for
another call.

29-07-1999