THE SILENT PUMP ORGAN
This wooden brown spinet…
it waits in a back room
in this Clovis museum
till someone can fix it.
Played at a home or church?
Its last song?
How long must it stay voiceless,
its last song
played in a home or church,
till someone can fix it?
In this Clovis museum,
it waits in a back room,
this wooden brown spinet.
This is a palindrome poem (Last line is the same as the first line, penultimate same as the second, etc.), first published in Medusa's Kitchen.
Categories:
clovis, music,
Form: Free verse
Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.
Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you as device,
‘Fleur-de-lis’ the symbol of France.
Germany suspended you in beer barrels,
And France to enrich the wine,
England to give flavour to brandies,
And Russia flavoured a soft drink.
Then, plucked in a state of chastity,
Now, relegated to flavour toothpaste.
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For flower contest by A Rambling poet
Categories:
clovis, nature
Form: Personification
The spring in Clovis
Was great people running home
Because of the cold
Categories:
clovis, nature
Form: Haiku