Pub Singer

by Neil Fawcett

Friday 27th September 2013 11:24 pm (first posted Thursday 19th September 2013 8:08 pm)

The Unity

Closed eyes unchain a melody

as she pours herself through gauze holes,

red nails splayed in prayer.

Three men ride Stockport's Unicorn

and don't sneer when she cracks the highest note.

They've heard the screams before.

◄ Cliff

RNCM Canteen ►

Comments

Neil Fawcett

Fri 20th Sep 2013 11:08

Thank you ms.:)

Laura Taylor

Fri 20th Sep 2013 09:17

Ooo a very atmospheric and evocative piece this...that line about the red nails is immensely pleasing to the eye/ear.

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