Daily I dress and sit, touch these keys,
nimble fingers bent to practice a song,
pray music could come from this desire
to sing out strong. What more could I desire
than to sit corseted, cosseted, pressing keys,
waiting for the world to praise my song?
Beneath silken shell a heart beats in song
while I grow old in daily habit, desire
mounting—to shatter this case and its keys.
(Why do I sit at these keys, bursting with song of desire?)
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I read this before I looked at the picture and, my goodness, what a perfect pairing! I love your beautiful phrases, especially the final stanza and in particular your use of “desire” – but that final line just flowed so smoothly and summed it up so aptly. It’s as though this was supposed to be written about the painting, or vice versa.
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Thanks so much for your positive words. I was thinking of submitting this to an online poetry mag–the prompt was ekphrastic poetry.
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Great idea! I had never heard of the term ekphrastic poetry before but now that I’ve googled it, this is definitely a wonderful example.
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There you go — cracking that firm plastic veneer again! There is a theme emerging in your writing lately. Hmmm.
Just beautiful.
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Maybe I should go back on daylight writing time and see if that clears up my wanting to smash things. 🙂
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No. This is working for you! 🙂
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Thanks for the encouragement. I think I’m going to gather my courage and submit this one…eek
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Yes, do!
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