Nails to ivory—
phalanges pushing
upward to balance
she stretches
her legs apart
teetering on freedoms wings.
Toes roll
across keys
some black
most white.
Tendons feel the strain
ligaments the refrain
muscles move to the sound
of pings—
not a song you’d recognize
but the impromptu
of happiness flowing—
stretched toes
move key to key
some black
most white.
Her feet have never
ached so beautifully
before.
Michael Allyn Wells
Mag 205
"...she stretches
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teetering on freedoms wings."
I really like that!
Dashing and innovative; well done.
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful and the first person to mention "phalanges" as I thought of doing (but didn't.) Bravo!!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a fabulous impromptu to me!
ReplyDeleteHer feet have never
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before.
That's a great line!
Impromptu happiness the best...enjoyed this one Michael...
ReplyDeletenot a song you’d recognize
ReplyDeletebut the impromptu
of happiness flowing—
stretched toes
move key to key
some black
most white.
Her feet have never
ached so beautifully
before.
I love this poem.
The toes rolling and the feet aching filled me with such poetic fancy.
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