Resonance

By thanksfortheparakeets@gmail.com

Wed, 19 Feb 2014
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In the Seven Stars

your voice was resonating

through

the wooden bench

and my spine.

I stopped listening.

For jarring fascinating minutes. It was in my ribs.

Your voice, the bench, my bones.

They've threatened poetry for days.

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Comments

Submitted by Canonette on

I like this Marion.  It's a sensation I used to enjoy in my youth, at very loud concerts - the bass coming up through the floor and interfering with my heartbeat.  The emotional undercurrent works nicely.

 

Submitted by torscot on

 

 I enjoyed this  little tale.

Reminds me of   " the Seven Stars"  hotel  Totnes,  they always have various poetry nights upstairs.

torscot