Jaw Harp Poem by Clive Culverhouse

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain's rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple's love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan's throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma's note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate