Patti Masterman

She's All Piano Legs - Poem by Patti Masterman

She's all piano legs
And benchmarked pride;
Careful as the notes of an Italian sonata,
Musicality keeping her upright
When gravity makes her too heavy to move.
Her sleeping notes quake imperceptibly
At the bottom of the scale,
While her high notes tap it out
Highstrung, across the ceiling.

Or her two legs might make a sudden movement;
Then a novel melody breaks, mid-stride.

Comments about She's All Piano Legs by Patti Masterman

  • Martin O'Neill (2/20/2012 3:35:00 PM)

    Ok. I give up! Just exactly WHEN did you meet my Mother -in-Law?
    And why has she never told me about your poetic prowess? (She is a literary addict. I worship at her bookshelves....)
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 9, 2010

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