First Love
He edged his way towards the wooden door
which often had intrigued his fertile mind.
With racing heart he put his trembling hand
upon the latch and pressed it gently down.
It opened slowly and a chink of light
invited him to cross the virtual line
which gave access to eager novelty.
Up narrow winding stairs he groped his way,
when all at once he halted in his tracks
as music somehow caught him unawares.
Then mesmerized he followed in its wake
transported by arousing sound, till when
the balcony came into view, and awed
he stood enraptured by a new found love:
as time stood still, the organ cast its spell.
Then silence fell, and with a sense of guilt,
he hastily retreated down the stairs.
This ten year old went home and in his room
lay on his bed, wrapped in euphoria,
his mind made up at such a tender age.
My father studied music, was self taught;
the banjo played, piano and guitar,
but his true love he never did betray:
he kept the organ closest to his heart.
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24 lines
Contest: Blank Verse II
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
© 11th June 2017
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017
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