like a piano

November 18, 2018

I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

Angela Carter
Black Venus
Saints and Strangers

my piano

September 1, 2018

my first love was a piano, whom I met when I was five. currently, we are separated against our wills. except, my piano doesn’t have a will. it just sinks beneath poor choices, patiently abandoned in a town I haven’t lived in for two years –

Piano

September 8, 2016

a-piano

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

D H Lawrence