Bio Note: When I retired, I wanted to stretch my mind by doing something difficult but which I enjoyed, so I decided to pick up where I left off in high school with classical guitar. I'm currently struggling with several Bach pieces, among others. It's hard!!! And music theory is a stretch for my brain too — numbers slide right off of my brain, along with the concepts that involve them. But finally mastering a piece is a wonderful feeling! "The Musicians" appeared in Galleywinter and Your Daily Poem. "Misunderstood Instruments" appeared in Galleywinter and my last collection, Moraine. "Bach Cello Suite" first appeared in Galleywinter and is in my forthcoming collection Morpheus Dips His Oar (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions).
The guitar player watches the mandolin player with anticipation and a little smile beneath his mustache as the mandolin sings its aria The mandolin player watches the guitar player then as the guitar sings its own version of the song The drummer smiles, eyes closed as though relaxing alertly, in a boat, loving the sun on his face, listening with his whole body to the current’s deep voice The bass player is an expert at the tiller; his is the ground beneath the river, the muddy bottom where life is made.
Bach Cello Suite
The cello’s voice – both warm and keen caroms off the octaves’ walls. I thought the song would carry me to sleep; instead I lie awake and wander the corridors of music, trying the knobs, following the sounds along the tightrope of each clef, listening deep to the voices of the strings that join the mind’s imaginings with the breath of wind through birch leaves, the sun’s shifting gaze reaching down to the creek’s bottom, leaf-strewn and smooth as the prelude, sandy, sun-dappled, fresh as the saraband.
The harpsichord is the red-haired boy bouncing around on the balls of his feet cowlick flapping. The accordion is the fat girl with oiled ringlets and shiny shoes playing a Mexican polka while the pretty girls whirl around the gym in the thrilling arms of handsome boys. The bagpipe with leathery udder and dangling teat has something worthwhile to say but people avoid him all the same, except the very most odd. The pipe organ is the mad professor with overactive hands and feet and a tower of coil-spring hair soaring toward the nose of God.
©2023 Tamara Madison
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