Mr & Mrs Bach Poem by Bernadette Hall

Mr & Mrs Bach



It must be
that he loved

& she
though ages apart

& twenty-one children
you can hear it

in the breathy flute
the clean hit on the neck

of the violin
dithering

like white moths
in feathered grass

ending always
mouth to mouth

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