Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #33, 2016

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[Inspired by Ólafur Arnalds’ “Dalur”, ft. Brasstríó Mosfellsdals:]

Force of fingertip a tidal motion,

pencil rolling back and forth;

chin on table, arm nearby,

eyes fixated on lead wave’s rhythm.

Minutes tick by, hair falls over skin,

over face – a grey veil – but her eyes

remain on the pencil: symbol, gift

from a child a child no more.

And so she sits, listens to clock

sounding out Time’s passage and

breathes.  Simple respiration

marks her steps towards the grave.

The phone, hanging on the wall, might

scream and break the wait, break the wave

of the pencil, taunting her with memories,

but afterwards it will sleep, silence

will embrace her.  His voice,

not his voice, will linger in her ear,

then fade to

sound of infant laughter; sound of the boy

who used to

hold his mother’s hand without a thought.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]