Grandpa’s guitar.

My tiny fingertips got a pulse

Of swollen pain and blood

My heart kept a chord

But grandpa’s guitar was old

And so the strings pricked and cut

Yet music was in me

Like colours hidden in the curve of a shell

Music was in me

Like ripe honeycombs in the cleft of some rock

And so I played till my fingers bled

And dashed into the cornfields

In whose silence I could weep undisturbed.

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3 thoughts on “Grandpa’s guitar.

      1. Well I just made a search on internet, and saw that quill knobs were found on a well preserved Vecooiraptlr in 2007.So there were feathers present after all.

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