Salvation (edit)
Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 11:23 am
Salvation
Her bulbous knuckles are hooked around rails.
I watch her straighten in her chair, then raise
her heavy feet onto the rests, I ease a tortoiseshell-
brush through the sparseness of her hair. Buttons on her coat
face the door and brighten as the wheels beneath her
creak, bump over the threshold and onto the pavement.
Skin around her ankles jars with the burden of fluid
which has stubbornly resisted an onslaught of tablets.
Kneeling by her side I’m watching through each of her breaths,
they momentarily dull the shine of brass in the bandstand.
A lone tuba rasps a few notes. She lifts her head,
shifts her hands until her fingertips protrude from
her blanket. The whole of the band begins tunefully,
polishing her eyes it seems, a rendering of silent night.
I can’t help wondering if I’ll be here next year
then I replace that thought and ponder, I’ve heard the songs
of whales are being sung in deeper voices
Salvation (original)
Her bulbous knuckles are hooked around rails.
I watch her straighten in her chair, then raise
her heavy feet onto the rests, I ease a tortoiseshell-
brush through the sparseness of her hair. Buttons on her coat
face the door and brighten as the wheels beneath her
creak, bump over the threshold and onto the pavement.
Skin around her ankles jars with the burden of fluid
which has stubbornly resisted an onslaught of tablets.
Kneeling by her side I’m watching through each of her breaths,
they momentarily dull the shine of brass in the bandstand.
A lone tuba rasps a few notes. She lifts her head,
shifts her hands until her fingertips protrude from
her blanket. The whole of the band begins tunefully,
polishing her eyes it seems, a rendering of silent night.
I can’t help wondering if I’ll be here next year
and momentarily my thoughts wander, I’ve heard the songs
of whales are being sung in deeper voices.
~*~
edited tuber/tuba........silly me
Her bulbous knuckles are hooked around rails.
I watch her straighten in her chair, then raise
her heavy feet onto the rests, I ease a tortoiseshell-
brush through the sparseness of her hair. Buttons on her coat
face the door and brighten as the wheels beneath her
creak, bump over the threshold and onto the pavement.
Skin around her ankles jars with the burden of fluid
which has stubbornly resisted an onslaught of tablets.
Kneeling by her side I’m watching through each of her breaths,
they momentarily dull the shine of brass in the bandstand.
A lone tuba rasps a few notes. She lifts her head,
shifts her hands until her fingertips protrude from
her blanket. The whole of the band begins tunefully,
polishing her eyes it seems, a rendering of silent night.
I can’t help wondering if I’ll be here next year
then I replace that thought and ponder, I’ve heard the songs
of whales are being sung in deeper voices
Salvation (original)
Her bulbous knuckles are hooked around rails.
I watch her straighten in her chair, then raise
her heavy feet onto the rests, I ease a tortoiseshell-
brush through the sparseness of her hair. Buttons on her coat
face the door and brighten as the wheels beneath her
creak, bump over the threshold and onto the pavement.
Skin around her ankles jars with the burden of fluid
which has stubbornly resisted an onslaught of tablets.
Kneeling by her side I’m watching through each of her breaths,
they momentarily dull the shine of brass in the bandstand.
A lone tuba rasps a few notes. She lifts her head,
shifts her hands until her fingertips protrude from
her blanket. The whole of the band begins tunefully,
polishing her eyes it seems, a rendering of silent night.
I can’t help wondering if I’ll be here next year
and momentarily my thoughts wander, I’ve heard the songs
of whales are being sung in deeper voices.
~*~
edited tuber/tuba........silly me