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Conor Letham
Poems
Nov 2012
Pianoforte
The bones of you spoke to mine,
finger and thumb picking the ivory,
screaming softly at daintiest pushes
and ground sweetly at my bones.
My hands washed over the high keys,
though settled for the low. You see,
my fingers ached without yours.
They suited the high; they were nimble
and sharply caught each note,
whilst I kept the wallowing octaves
moaning like an oceanβs breath.
Now the hammers thundered softly,
they plummet through the sails
having had lost that lengthy breeze,
tumbling into a lonesome abyss.
I had you, though now your chime
resonates right through the depths;
it leaves my heart crying for a shine,
a glimmer in the dark. These bones
play bones, and a piano plays me.
Written by
Conor Letham
West Midlands, UK
(West Midlands, UK)
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