Cherry Kino

Cherry Kino

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Strings




Strings


A stringed instrument hangs on the wall

A strange thing

With markings in a language I don’t yet know

Or care to

So much.

The sound though

That sound

It runs through me like translucent leaf veins held up to the sky

Vivid - too bright

But gentle,
Tender lilt of alien tongue

Inside my mouth

As you

Oh you

Say things

I understand.



x Martha

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