W/O/M/A/N
gone into abstraction
gitane smoke before the rain,
cello case velvet interior
soft and firm

W/O/M/A/N
breasts and silk once seen on canvas
could not concede to his kisses
or arch of bow
he had to wander

W/O/M/A/N
no more companion
than those strings he manipulated
with fingers callused,
she will not tremor

W/O/M/A/N
as absent as the background
waiting for a taxi,
rain effective conduit
to her misery,
he sheltered the cello
with umbrella
heading to a jazz club

W/O/M/A/N
is the beat
is the tender thrum,
a cello’s true heart
and poets calling,
absinthe and kisses
parted stocking thighs
he had found another
W/O/M/A/N

poem, jazz, beat

Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

 

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Comments
  1. Stormcat says:

    I always wanted to be a cello owned by a female cellist. The musician plays the cello with her whole body.

  2. Tess Kincaid says:

    Sexy and clever…

  3. HELEN says:

    Amazing! Woman never felt, looked so lovely.

  4. Kathe W. says:

    what a lovely tribute

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