Carol Ann Duffy


When did your name  
change from a proper noun  
to a charm?

Its three vowels 
like jewels 
on the thread of my breath.

Its consonants  
brushing my mouth  
like a kiss.

I love your name. 
I say it again and again  
in this summer rain.

I see it, 
discreet in the alphabet,  
like a wish.

I pray it 
into the night 
till its letters are light.

I hear your name  
rhyming, rhyming, 
rhyming with everything.