Sunday, 17 April 2011

Untitled Poem

Found an angel
Asleep on my guitar strings
I caressed her wings
She hummed softly
From my touch
She whispered as I felt her voice
Through fingertips
Made callous by love
She told tales
Of mute slaves
That spoke of freedom
Of war cries
Sung by young children
Mothers laying memories in the dust
She spoke of love
Cried tears with hint of musk
Ablution for days brand new
The colour of her pain was blue

*Written after a sleepless night, listening to Robert Cray (amazing blues guitarist/musician - it makes sense now doesn't it) endlessly on repeat whilst clutching my own guitar.

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