Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Hands for Handel



HANDS FOR HANDEL!

White sleeves, white arms, against the black
And then, unbelievably,
Hands.
The hands of the orchestra.
Waiting.
*
As goose feathers they waft and shudder
Against the mellow wood,
Against the warm bright wood of the violins.
*
As cats they pause on the cold keys,
White cats
Decorating bleak brick walls, making them glow.
*
As leaves scorched pale with sunshine
Fluttering to fall
They rest nervously upon the waiting brasses.
*
As the fingers of ladies taking tea
They coyly crook
Around the magic wand of the baton.
*
Then, suddenly, they swoop.
Human hands, majestic, vibrant, warm.
Hands for Handel!
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10 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Lovely shot! Lovely words, as always!

Enjoy your day/evening -- I lose track!

Sylvia

Quilly said...

Nicely done. My hands are clapping.

Roger Owen Green said...

I LOVE the Messiah.

Granny Smith said...

This so graphic I can almost hear the orchestra tuning up. What a wonderful verse for the letter H! It sounds as though you love a concert as much as I do.

Happy listening!

Martha in PA said...

Very interesting sculpture and poem!

photowannabe said...

Human hands, majestic hands and hands for Handel. Honestly this is delightful.

Tumblewords: said...

How wonderful! This is so perfectly H! Love it...

Hildred and Charles said...

A lovely picture poem, and I almost hear the opening notes!

motivart said...

lovely poem!

Jay said...

Very evocative - and I love the sculpture!