Thursday, September 24, 2009
Elaine Walker
Davey sings
Davey sings of love and family, strumming the guitar his dad
gave him. Under the harsh spotlight masquerading
as atmosphere, the cracked veneer hums as he closes his eyes and
lifts his chin to let the knots in his chest unravel and
slither free between his vocal chords. His fingers ring the
harmonics of moments on the resonating strings as he forgets
the restless crowd, good-humoured but rowdy,
waiting for the rock band to come on.
Davey sings for himself and his cautious steps forwards, bold
yet scared, fending off the past with a plectrum and the scrappy
card he’s supposed to hand in at the clinic, but he’s written a song
on the back so he’ll just say he’s lost it and maybe
he doesn’t need to go there again anyway.
http://www.academi.org/list-of-writers/alpha/87/
http://jelainewalker.blogspot.com/
Davey sings of love and family, strumming the guitar his dad
gave him. Under the harsh spotlight masquerading
as atmosphere, the cracked veneer hums as he closes his eyes and
lifts his chin to let the knots in his chest unravel and
slither free between his vocal chords. His fingers ring the
harmonics of moments on the resonating strings as he forgets
the restless crowd, good-humoured but rowdy,
waiting for the rock band to come on.
Davey sings for himself and his cautious steps forwards, bold
yet scared, fending off the past with a plectrum and the scrappy
card he’s supposed to hand in at the clinic, but he’s written a song
on the back so he’ll just say he’s lost it and maybe
he doesn’t need to go there again anyway.
http://www.academi.org/list-of-writers/alpha/87/
http://jelainewalker.blogspot.com/
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