wooden keys Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

the tinny harpsichord

hammer-plucks out its

hard rhythm on

wooden keys—

ebony matte—

the sound

resounds

within a failed

rebound.

chord harpies

haunt my hopeless

halls of harrowing hell.

even silence—

soundlessness—

becomes its own

suffocating song.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 1, 2025.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: December 1st, 2025 09:25
Comment from author about the poem: I’m now published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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