played on a concertina
john oconnell
Sep 17, 2010


played on a concertina

in the dreamy hours

of a June night


on the shores

of the far reaches

of Connemara

as we confessed

many sorrows

and ample joys

with a northern glint

in the sky.

to make our love brave concertina wire,
Feb 3, 2011

Time and distance has conspired
to make our love brave concertina wire,
while this may be an over statement of our case,
nonetheless, you and I have the wounds to prove it.

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I saw the concertina
Jonny Angel
Jonny Angel
Jun 14, 2014

I rumbled
around Folsom prison
& watched the water
tumble over the dam.
I saw the concertina
wrapped tightly
at the top
of the fences
& wondered if
the armed boys in the tower
would shoot me
if I took off my boots
to swim
in the cool
refreshing waters.

Then I thought to myself,
"Naw, I'd better not,
think I'll swim a mile
or two away,
it's safer that way!"

concertina wire decorations
Samuel Lyman Temple

icy breath sends neck hairs
to attention
frozen bleakness takes the shape of
crystalized dew
speckling the wall
twenty feet high solid concrete
concertina wire decorations
‘tis the season –
holiday bliss as reminiscent prisoners
wax nostalgic
and shift sad eyes when discussing
dry turkey
with beaten and battered cranberries
logistically, the state could not afford
all the trimmings for 3000
so donated feast materials
get the highest of praise –
raising toasts
to over-bearing guards
as the time of year
transcends fear and mere hatred
together they spend another Christmas
inmates and officer
blessed in an un-holy union –

Their concertina is silent.

Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching.
Stairs sway at the height of their flight
Like a melody in Tristan;
Or swoop to the ground with glad spread of their feathers
Before they close them.

They curiously investigate
The shells of buildings,
A hollow core,
Shell in a shell.

Useless to produce their path to infinity
Or turn it to a moral symbol,
For their flight is ambiguous, upwards or downwards as you please;
Their fountain is frozen,
Their concertina is silent.

hangs a concertina pleated skirt
Haydn Swan

In her closet next to a shirt
hangs a concertina pleated skirt
she slips it on with grace and ease
the tiny pleats are there to please
like a million shimmering crystal shards
all tightly pressed like a pack of cards
as she moves they sway and dance
upon her legs they tickle and prance
the feeling makes her smile and shiver
which makes the pleats start to quiver
they skim and flatter her  hips and bum
like the majestic rays of a rising sun
such carnal delights found in a skirt
as she hangs it back next to the shirt.

A silent observation as I watched my ex girlfriend getting dressed once
this concertina is playing this our heart strings pluck
Nov 13, 2014

   in small steps go up in cadence
go higher in volume raise intensity feel
the growth tap a foot fast then faster soft then
louder tap tap tap    beat against the floor keep pace call out
   my name  I am
the maestro you are a prima donna
this concertina is playing this our heart strings plucked sweetness and sound growing in volume in density I scream hear your bravo!!!
I return, Bellissimo!!!

below glistening concertina wire
Samuel Lyman Temple

purple Lupines
create a foreground effect
below glistening concertina wire
as the morning sun shines down
the prison in April blooms forth
despite itself –

goslings, tan with black spots
stop traffic
forcing recognition of nature
in a place void of hope
springtime blessing the groundskeepers
and those fortunate enough to have been given yard time
blue skies only corrupted by chemical spray –

        laughing inmates break my concentration as a pigeon lands on  
           barred windows
               a cool breeze creeps in diluting the stale air

education floor buzzes with activity
as forgotten men seek to become more
I sit encouraged by light bulbs –

crackling radio signals the line movement
round two of handshakes and polite jokes
another hour and twenty minutes of magic
I quietly sit back and smile at the scene laid before me
no student has more fire for education
than a man who thought himself less than nothing

Fluid concertina accordion flavour -too many colours spo
Top Shelf
Top Shelf
Feb 13

I bit in to it.
Gunpowder in a cherry stone.
The flavours fit together like a jigsaw, then drifted apart like countries on an ocean;
Heat from old coals on a young tongue that hadn't tasted the world.
Fluid concertina accordion flavour -too many colours spoil the canvas.

It's a short sentence but I've never said it.
Let something like that drop and it goes on long after it stops.
The ripples spread beyond their little puddle confines
The echoes ricochet through the fullest of minds
The gravity of the sentiment is enough to tug the moon from the sky.

Or cause the vessels of hope I've come to know as my eyes to change.
Fill up.

Martini glasses left out in the rain.

Concertina wire
May 19, 2013      May 19, 2013

Arms at her sides
Hangin' like a noose loop
Radio music sporadic static
Choking on some air waves

Her heart is locked up
She keeps it in the bottom drawer
Her house is surrounded by chain-link
Concertina wire

Shes too good for you
She has a picnic alone
Feeding crumbs to the ants

So grown up and independent
I thinks its just chemical imbalance
Are you still waking up
To the shotgun blast alarm clock
Sleeping in the pitch black
Washing dishes burning matches
Watching television addict

Too young
To have it all figured out
Halfway through
You'll choke on the pieces

Dog on a short chain
Too good for me
She's too busy curing cancer
And feeling sorry for herself

Someone told me what you said
I was a piece of shit hick
Drug addict rat
Because you know me?

I've got a strong chin
Been hit  harder than that
There's the door

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