At the polished bench
by the grand piano
a pile of books
on the top half-sitting
cowering,- embryo pose-
a little girl, student-novice
squeezing the middle c,
sticking out short fingers she -
but a squirrel found acorn.
Little girl, sit tall,
flap the arms-wings
feel free
play a-b-c
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Ply away, more than me at my bay, I'll watch the squirrel haha
ReplyDeleteI can picture this young girl learning to play the piano. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteMysterious little vignette.
ReplyDeleteWhere did this come from?
Sorry, me again: just had a look at your profile. Now I can see why :-)
ReplyDeletea beautiful moment well captured......
ReplyDeleteWell my daughter plays the piano so I can imagine her squeezing the middle c ~
ReplyDeletecute scene...glad she found her acorn...and that it made her come alive a bit as well....we each have to find our own...
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. The amount the reader could visualize from your words is tremendous. Nice job. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful!
ReplyDeleteOh I can see her, just starting her musical journey.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Irene. I enjoyed the serene and playful tone. My favorite stanza is the last one.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, full of creative force!
ReplyDeletelight, rhythmic and so appealing; have a good Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thank you friends for kind words! Great week ahead to all :)xx
ReplyDelete"Pitter Patter Go The Raindrops" revisited. Endless patience required..something I do not have :)
ReplyDeleteYes, play away. Beautiful poem all in nice simple terms in keeping with the theme! Great write humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank