
She plays his bones like a glockenspiel
He likes how it tickles
He grins at how her skull echoes
She just glad he’s talking in her ear
Theirs is a musical marriage
Hollow notes and ricochets
A tickle of the ivories, they say
But who ever played their own
Such skeletal explanations multiply
As their symphony develops
How grateful are the moles and worms
Now they’ve taken it below
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
This is so beautiful!
Thank you. You’ve just put a smile on my face. 🙂
You are very welcome. I was much impressed that you used glockenspiel in a poem, a poem so profoundly deep and beautiful. 🤍🤍🤍
Xylophone hasn’t got the same ring 🤔😉
That it doesn’t.