21485Resurrection in the Key of E
- Dec 31, 2004
Resurrection in the Key of E
A gift unequaled, a Gibson guitar
on my twelfth birthday
beautiful gloss, tuned and taut
golden figure, lustrous as glass, sensuous
curves like Marilyn Monroe
snug against my lap
resonance vibrato, a lover�s embrace
strumming harmonic rapture, my best friend
childhood conqueror, flushing out the dark corners,
warming cold hearts, and campfire songs.
My oldest child, a large footed boy, accidentally
knocked you over, fracturing your neck, stealing
the music locked beneath frets, entangled
strings, mangled mahogany, heartache for my
lost friend, sweet broken rosewood that
showed me how to dream.
But all is not lost, a hero arises
splint up the carcass, bandage the neck
carefully extricate my precious instrument
to guitar man Vince, an ex-EMT,
in backboard and collar, I relinquished my friend
his kind face laughed at the sight
of a guitar splinted like an car wreck victim
ready for Life Flight, and he said he would try to
repair the fracture with glue.
Trusting, I left and two days passed by
a call to my house, my friend will survive
glued and braced, one mahogany chip missing
I sit here tonight with my friend
nestled snug across my lap,
my alto voice shaky, grateful
tears cascade down my cheeks
and I sing old folk songs alone
to the soft, starry night.
Carol J. Carpenter
I must thank Jerry for the encouragement to write this piece. Look on my profiles page for a picture of my splinted guitar, which is now repaired and back home with me.
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