FRONT LINE
You can see they're in love, the musicians,
as they lift their instruments like new babies
from the swaddling plush of weathered cases
assemble them with pride, pipework with
keys and slides, the cacophony of bright silence
before the performance.
Each one a treasure house of stories
stamped with number, maker's name.
A soldier with his weapon might feel the same
proud and responsible enforcing a serious message
a creator of effect not easily dismissed
a player of fields, of hate or love
of blessings or curses who the fates have kissed.
raypool
Thu 11th Nov 2021 13:49
Thanks for coming through Holden!
Interesting Mark. Artie was a bit of a ladies' man and lived to a ripe old age, whereas Glenn.......
Thanks for that Tom, I rewrote and simplified the poem and that line was one of the benefits!
A nice comment New Shoes thanks.
Stephen, a good point made thanks.
Thanks Graham, that's a nice notch to have. There have been many imitators, but the original band was highly stylized and hard to exactly replicate.
Ray