Janet Wainscott lives near Christchurch, New Zealand, and writes poetry and essays. She is a part-time literacy tutor and tries to write most days. Her poetry has appeared in various local (NZ) literary magazines and in Shot Glass Journal.
My Heart Murmured
my heart murmured to my doctor
behind my back, hummed and rasped,
its chambers thrilled
and resonated to its own
wild beat, unmediated
by electrical impulses
from my brain, subverted
thinking and feeling.
In the spring of my life, I once
let my heart lead, and listened to a lover
who sang of autumn leaves and told me
I think too much, so I began
to ignore my heart, let it lie unheeded.
Now I find my heart
has played a longer game.