April 2022
Bio Note: The snow birds are back singing spring in bare winter woods. Snow drops are out, green shoots push into longer days and hope for peace blooms even in war.
Letting Loose
wind lets loose a fury
lashes up heavy cloud froth
so thick the sun can’t pry through
chimes belt on ear drums
jangles dingle and twang
clangs press in on all sides
by afternoon, a slit in the sky opens
stratus puffs race east
cumulous mountains wallow west
trees roar their discontent
the wind blows, ceaseless
branches snap and crash
in a clash of hot and cold fronts
Russia invades Ukraine, shooting
winds scour the globe
She’s the kind of woman who…
plays classical music and hymns
the walls of the trailer / shake
her husband and two kids retreat
organ notes.. float… from her finger tips
feet / pump / on pedals // under the bench
she jogs in place // where metal meets wood
where another would pound the floor
I stand /
transfixed /
surrender… to a cascade of scales
lift… on the swell of a sonata
ride… on a curl that flicks
whirl… on surround-sound
vibration in air…
motion rocks…
fingers / lift / off the keyboard /
shut / the score /
she stands tall…
glides… the double-wide…
music regal as footsteps…
divinity f..l..o..a..t..s
notes l..i..n..g..e..r
spectral as the echo of Beethoven…
the spell // laps // the metal walls
©2022 Ingrid Bruck
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