A mandolin is thrumming:
Strings taut, buzzing.
A ping of finger flicking string:
Dull, like hitting a clay drum.
He feels a brake holding back his fingers-
Wants to move them faster,
To express the throbbing music
He feels in his throat, humming.
Vocal cords vibrating fast.
“I’ll sing it, then I’ll play it,”
He says, feigning confidence.
His fingers feel like slow motion:
Cannot capture it.
I write occult and visionary fiction, and self-publish it as free books. I also write poetry and flash fiction, some of which is occult and visionary but not all, and I belong to a Spoken Word group for writers in my local area.
My Instagram is candyray1 and my WordPress blog is candyrayblog.wordpress.com
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