Rehearsal Poem


Breathe my eyes alive, although
the spirit is all I need to know
woven skin bows to the grin
and sweats like a piano

Note and pluck then lift to duck
stream of hamstring squeak
kiss the light of grayness luck
and say nothing to speak

Sipping shrug of color flow
the spirit is all I need to know
knuckle-thin alive within
and laughing blow by blow

Seated moving all the same
booming pulse of whim
story coming into frame
and clash of her with him

Gentle clicking time, aligns, silver shadow
humming chords, design, a fervent echo
brick of back in flex
and sings like a piano

- Eleanor Perry-Smith

UncategorizedSamuel Pike