Peeling the Violin
PEELING THE VIOLIN
. . . . ~ ~ ~ . . . .
~ swerving along its waxed wood
rapturous strains sweep alto mood
bow’s strings peeling my plight…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight.
holding its hips to warm the cure
scales of moans vibrating satin pure
a glide to and fro connects pitches right…
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.
and my world of solace will sustain
tunes whispering gladness and pain
the voice of God enters my fiddling night…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. ~
For Briand Strand--- 2011 Posted Poems 14 Line
By nette onclaud ( missed entering this for previous Max 14 Lines contest)
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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