Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #21, 2016

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[Image Author’s Own]

[Inspired by Bach’s “Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 4 in E-Flat Major, BMV 101: Prelude”:]

She loved the way the woman held herself

erect as the cello beside her, the way

Frampton created  curls to mirror that scroll:

so poised, and yet, music lay scattered around her.

Outer sign of inner turmoil?  She wondered,

gazing fondly on the portrait.  Around her,

the masses flowed, chattering, wondering,

contemplating in often postured manner

what it all could mean; just what did it mean?

She purchased a gift shop keepsake,

postcard remnant of the painting

to remember her musing by

in quieter moments, when she was alone.

He took her hand as they walked back,

feet blending with thousands of others

on the city streets, litter fluttering in the gutters

and the tongues of many countries spooling

around them, invading their ears as they communicated

silently, by gaze, by touch only.

The arches came into view and she knew,

knew before he did the moment of release,

the letting go her hand to enable they’re going away

from this place, the day; each other.

Lighting flickered down the tunnel, shadows

looming from above: one moved, rustled.

Her breath caught, fear of rats a phobia

passed down by blood ever since the time of plague.

Instead, the broody pigeon held her gaze.

Brush of his fingers on her cheek brought her back

to his farewell, the end of this month’s union

until the next.  She imagined

her withheld tears filling the puddle by their feet.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]