Imagine my surprise
when I noticed that your body beside me
was a cello
and when you snored,
the sound was the most beautiful thing
I had ever heard.
Hush now,
do not speak
or get up, standing stiffly on your one leg.
There is no ceremonial dance to be done.
Our people have all fluttered
away, a cloud of crows
or treble clefs
dotting the air like ellipsis points.
They seed the sky and make it rain
golden notes
glittering dreams
wild and giddy
like experimental harmonics.
You have my ear, darling.
Speak and be
the instrument of my glorious undoing.
___________
for Word Garden Word List Chouette
Music: Sunny & the Sunliners Talk To Me
Sigh. This is just perfect. Gorgeous writing.
ReplyDeleteI love the sensuality that plays throughout- intimate and gifted to us/your readers
ReplyDeleteShay, this is so beautiful, and sensual. It pulls me into the intimacy of it. Outstanding!
ReplyDeleteThat gorgeous, heart-throbbing close!!
ReplyDeleteThe sound of someone snoring next to you sounding like the most most beautiful thing you've ever heard--now, that has got to be love!
Very well done. Beautiful really. And of course the first poem I comment on has a music theme.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. Beautiful really. And of course the first poem I comment on has a music theme.
ReplyDeleteAdore, adore, adore! 😄 This is awash with your signature humour, Shay, such a throwaway air and yet so on the nose:
ReplyDelete"and when you snored,
the sound was the most beautiful thing
I had ever heard."
"Our people have all fluttered
away, a cloud of crows
or treble clefs
dotting the air like ellipsis points."
Your riffing off musical tones, snores, notations, and "a cloud of crows" is as good as a New Orleans gothic. Loved it, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I love the picture of the body as a cello and the snore being a most beautiful sound! And the ending last two lines blew me away! (The word list words got lost in your poem.)
ReplyDeleteThe music in this goes far past a string ensemble. Meticulous work with the metaphor, as always, and every introspective note ringing out to a larger melody. I especially love how you've used flight, and the fine and dazzling last stanza. (The snoring was also a nice touch.) Elegant and eloquent writing, Shay.
ReplyDeleteOh god, so good. From the beginning to the end, you take it higher and higher. First this gem: “and when you snored, / the sound was the most beautiful thing / I had ever heard.” Becomes crescendo at the end, the “ instrument of my glorious undoing.” Brava.
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