Antoinette

Cleaver, Elegant, Large, Laboured, Omnibenevolent. (Cello)

The Beautiful, Brown wooden Beast sits

On point, with it's glory shimmering between my

Thighs. It's mellow sounds Splits

My soul into four:

Calm, yet full of ominous undertones. 

Gracious. Oh how wonderful to be set free. 

Delicate when carrying more than a Violin could. 

Ambivalent in it's majors and minors and modulations. 

 

The Beautiful, Brown wooden Beast sits

On point, with it's glory shimmering between my 

Thighs. It's vibrations providing the blitz 

Of the minim's War:

Clean crisp notes shooting us down. 

Gallant swords bowing away in fury. 

Devious manuscripts of technique. 

Agile plucking of one life to the next. 

Comments3

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • LAWLESS

    Absolutely brilliant!

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write of a wonderful mellow sounding instrument.



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