”Nipper”
A small dog waits
beside the brass horn,
ears lifted,
body held in that soft readiness
only devotion can teach.
Once a wanderer,
he learned the shape of shelter
in the warmth of a single voice.
Now the room is quiet,
yet he leans
toward the horn’s bright mouth
as though a familiar breath
might rise again
from its painted metal.
Brush in hand,
he works the canvas again,
colours deepening
around the small dog’s frame.
The horn waits, bright at the rim,
and the dog leans toward it,
steady as breath before a word.
Nothing moves in the room
except the faint shift of his ears,
as though some quiet spark
might rise from the metal
and meet him halfway.
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His Master's Voice. Memories of listening to those old 78's. Thanks mate.
Yas!!! The scratchy texture of sound and the wobbly rotation and the colourful dust jacket designs🕊️🙏🏻
Are we not all awaiting that bright spark that might emerge from that horn? A wonderful write my friend
We all are, in our own unique ways! That is the truth. Thanks Soren🕊️🙏🏻
Most welcome Cryptic
Well said.
Cheers, dear Friendship 🕊️🙏🏻
A fine write A, and fine pic of one of Fido's friends! lol.
They should do a photo opp one of these days 🐕 📸🕊️🙏🏻
so quaint and poetical
Most obliged to you, dear Norman 🕊️🙏🏻
most welcome
arqios, this is a tender meditation on memory, devotion, and stillness. The dog, the horn, the unmoving room…all held in that moment where hope doesn’t insist, it simply waits. A beautifully restrained piece, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, Tittu. One day I shall again have access to a turntable. 🕊️🙏🏻
The message of the dog awaiting the voice now gone resonates deeply.
A bit like the shop in every city of Britain that held the sign, HMV.
Indeed! Those were symbols of a day and feel that are no longer or transmuted into other textures and connections 🕊️🙏🏻
Wonderful memories of Nipper Rik.
Andy
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