Largest of her sisters but smaller than her brother,
Who’s deep, booming voice echoes around.
(She however has perfect pitch; a lot like her brother in volume and sound) .
Came clothed in scarlet velvet and black,
Her belly and back hold her strong ribs intact.
Head sitting high on her ebony neck.
She is beautiful and clean and absolutely pristine.
With a heart so pure it leaves you wanting more.
Sings classical and rock; body the colour of fire like hot choc’.
Her hair is much lighter with not a strand out of place,
Rosined and shiny and perfectly straight.
Her hour glass figure is smooth and curved.
When she’s in your arms it’s hard to feel un-nerved.
‘F’ is her favourite letter,
I hear you ask why? –
Because that is what she has tattooed on both of her sides.
Ready to play all day and all night.
The bow is awaiting with hair tied up tight.
She’s tall, and she’s pretty and easy on sight,
Light under fingers,
Rests slightly on thighs.
You read the page she holds the scroll.
Together in harmony, to make the music you’re told.
The personification of a musical instrument. I like the two f tatoos on her sides. A tongue in cheek idea that made me smile. It was an enjoyable poem to read.10/10.
Hello. An admirable description. Colorful and melodious.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surperb imagination. Cleverly penned! Enjoyed the read! ; D