My passion as a teenager was playing the guitar,
contorting fingers into chords and positions,
resonating waltz and polka
from the sound hole of a Yamaha,
plucking delicate arrangements of Bach and Scarlatti.
Now my fingers will not stretch
across neck and frets,
too stiff and sore to press on strings,
too clumsy for harmonics and arpeggios.
Some summer nights, when telephone wire silhouettes
strung across yellow and orange sunsets
resemble guitar strings in the sky,
I wish I hadn’t given up – and dream
of playing like Segovia, Williams or Bream.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image courtesy of NEKNEERAJ
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #167 , also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform