Sara Fielder

An Instrumental - Poem by Sara Fielder

There was honey on the thigh of her bow
crying in time with his piano steps,
dripping down her hand
into sticky dilated pools
of heavy hymn.

Melting bedroom walls
sucked seconds
off the face of time
like absinthe

Heated heaving breast breaths banged like
the crescendo of notes
digging into the backbone,
and evaporating into
ecstatic echoes of remembrance.

Written by Sara Fielder © Nov 2012

Comments about An Instrumental by Sara Fielder

  • Bronze Star - 2,475 Points Smoky Hoss (12/2/2013 6:09:00 PM) the face of time like absinthe... now that IS a perfect-poetic line indeed! (and a great drink to boot!)
    Superb poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points Thomas A Robinson (11/11/2012 5:49:00 PM)

    Can I legally comment on this, certainly not rated yet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 19, 2014

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