Demur
Wednesday 1 July 2026
poetry
Demur
In the quiet hush of a courthouse stair, She lifts her gaze, a breath held tight, A murmur rises — soft, demure — A pause that crowns the weight of right.
The judge’s eye, a steady gleam, Finds in her silence a steadfast plea, Not defiance, but a gentle dream That justice walks with humility.
She steps aside, yet stands unbent, A modest tide that turns the tide, For in her demur, the truth is spent, And honour finds its honest guide.
