National Poetry Month: Poem 26

Poem 26

Horsehair and Sheep Gut

By Michelle Garren Flye


Why does the violin make me feel

Strong and free—and right?

Horsehair draws across sheep gut strings

And my heart wants to take flight.


Soaring through the clouds—

A seagull when he wheels—

Heading higher into the sky—

No, this is how the eagle feels.


But when the music is over

And the instruments are put away

Where does that leave the listener?

Except plummeting into the light of day?

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