Accordion time
the squeeze and the expanded wheeze
wearing on the bended crease
go bellowing bellowing into each
All enfolded that lets you rub
up closer to the previous past than to
the just gone hours
with reedy rattle some breaths a last
We’ll concertina will we not
towards the end
in mazurka
in tarantella
with the dreadful squeezebox wail
into the pleated dancingdays of time
That's very wonderful, Mikaela!
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ReplyDeleteGreat! always loved the box and all those folds and buttons and as you well intimate all 'according to time...'
ReplyDeleteThe accordion always brings back feelings of my childhood and my Ukrainian heritage. I like the way you play with it throughout this wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis image for time is very apt. Great poem Mikaela.
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