Here’s my offering (fresh off the press) for Magpie Tales 92, a very cool writing/photo blog hosted by Tess Kincaid. I’ve modified Tess’s wonderful photo, and I’m afraid my offering may show my age. (If you don’t know the references, check them out!)
Like a Cello (or Two)
He loved Fellini;
She tended towards George Cukor:
Mastroianni led the forward skip of
his self-style–hers Audrey, champagne
lightness in black flats, though she also
kept Marcello in the loop. (And how!)
Like a cello, each body curved–
a cello clothed in case for protective
carry through black/white streets till
he carried her to sheets too soft
for his tweed jacket, her bare arms
making up the smoothness gap.
Like a bow was the straight line of their connection–but
how can two cellos be played upon at once?
They managed it.
(P.S. – edited this very slightly since sending out–taking out “a” before case. And I really feel like something about reverberation should be added. Any ideas.)

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