"You remember that large painting, the one they used to patch the damaged house next door to his, after the gales and floods? I found a corner of it torn off, lying in a field. It was damaged, but legible: a mountain-peak and a spray of leaves. I can't get it out of my mind."--From "Leaf By Niggle" by J.R.R. Tolkein
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Violin Voice
Hollow body,
Strings more than stretched
in unexpected tension,
mouth gaping, horror-filled, through taut lines.
A strange instrument--built of
pain, stress, emptiness.
Your sound should be only a scream,
yet you somehow sing.
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