The Guitarist’s Lament
fingers thin as chopsticks
hollow cheeks sallow skin
time etched in flesh he plays the song
about the day she ducked into his shop
pink taffeta pillbox hat
skirts hung like fractured wings & clung
to her stockings streamlets dripped
into patent leather the heel of her pump
like a wounded wren so delicate so damaged
she peered out the window searched the face
of each passerby as if fearing whom she’d find
his sternum echoed her heart frantic & trembling
hand brushed instep foot slid into mended shoe
she fled & vanished into the tight fist of the crowd
he sits by the window cross-legged & barefoot
slumped upon the hardwood floor skin like vellum
holds in the ache he strums a slow blue tune
calls to her ghost with the rising indigo
Kari Ann Ebert
Kari Ann Ebert’s poetry has appeared in literary journals including cahoodaloodaling, The Broadkill Review and Gargoyle, as well as the anthology Aurora. She also writes short fiction and is currently editing her first novel. She was selected by Delaware Division of the Arts to attend the 2016 Seashore Writers Retreat and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2016. She lives in Delaware where she enjoys being a part of a vibrant tribe of writers. She has two grown children who write and are active in the dramatic arts.
9/25/2018 09:43:00 am
Thoroughly enjoy your writing, Kari! You have a way of drawing someone into your writing that's almost akin to being in a time machine, or on a magic carpet.
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