Here, There & Everywhere

 

Glenn Gould is seeping up the stairs

Sebastian Bach is puttin' on airs

 

The Goldbergs are rolling balls of blue

filling the house with a shining hue

 

Half transparent fays 'round the flower pots;

a magical ballet of beauty, lots!

 

Gould hovering close over his old instrument;

his fingers like claws in sandel wood scent

 

I barefoot downstairs on this cold autumn morn;

I join Glenn Gould; we're both forlorn

 

Fays' wings glitter and glare,

we're here, we're everywhere

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-22 at 11:15

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
We seem to be receiving closely rhymed work today, and this is a good example. I liked it, a bit tongue in cheek but all the better for it.
2022-08-22


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Now I feel like listening to some of Goulds Bach. Thanks man
2022-08-22


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the flow and rhyming in this, and of course there's music of a different kind in the content. Fays add that touch of mystique and magik too. Intriguing poem from you Ingvar, thank you for sharing, it is a nice reading experience.
Allen
2022-08-22