Girl with Cello

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 30 Oct 2015
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All Hallows' Eve;
an oil lamp flickers on the sill
in the big house on the hill tonight.
 
A chandelier weeps tarnished,
crystal tears outshone by her incandescence,
as in she comes, a girl with cello.
 
Treads silent corridors, bereft of cadences,
arpeggios; smoothes back
her raven hair.
 
Logs lie sullen in the grate – cold and spent
to spring alive as down she sits; a skirt of Breton lace
in varied shades of ecstasy
 
falls in fluid folds...for it is here
her cello makes its home – across the strings
to coax her bow.
 
Candles on the shelf; bass, alto and soprano
meld in perfect harmony – a crescendo
reached, but tenderly; her thighs
a cradle for her muse.
 
Her reprise breathes, deep and low,
in voluptuous vibrato; the phantom she evokes
tonight, requited...
 
As in she came – the girl with cello.
Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Gothic and sexy poem. You painted evey fold of fabric - I saw each movement and gradually became aware I heard the music in this - bow and vibrato. Lovely poem for Halloween. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, Bee...pleased you though so.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Gothic and sexy poem. You painted evey fold of fabric - I saw each movement and gradually became aware I heard the music in this - bow and vibrato. Lovely poem for Halloween. 

Bee

Submitted by littleditty on

ooow ghosties - gothic, black red and white and spooked - so well painted, these passionate cellists -

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Aren't they just, ld.  I'm more a 'fiddle' person, myselfsmiley