HANDS FOR HANDEL!
White sleeves, white arms, against the black
And then, unbelievably,
Hands.
The hands of the orchestra.
Waiting.
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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.
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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.
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Then, suddenly, they swoop.
Human hands, majestic, vibrant, warm.
Hands for Handel!
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10 comments:
Lovely shot! Lovely words, as always!
Enjoy your day/evening -- I lose track!
Sylvia
Nicely done. My hands are clapping.
I LOVE the Messiah.
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!
Very interesting sculpture and poem!
Human hands, majestic hands and hands for Handel. Honestly this is delightful.
How wonderful! This is so perfectly H! Love it...
A lovely picture poem, and I almost hear the opening notes!
lovely poem!
Very evocative - and I love the sculpture!
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