Tanka | Poetry | Promptly Written
Language of the Devil’s Horn
Poetry
Published in
Jun 9, 2022
caressing fingers
sweetly play upon her neck
no fretted boredom
traveling over bridges
corded bars on mountain clefs
snaring emotions
drums beating differently
pulsating beats crash
waves of indefinite pitch
golden symbols of magic
phones of sax whisper
language from the devil’s horn
siren songs calling
musical notes making love
heartbeats together as one
© jules 2022
Christine Graves and Ravyne Hawke, okay, so my summer fun is taking over. Summer is always about music for me. This one started out as a word-a-day and turned into a monthly theme and perhaps a salsa micro-poem thrown in a blend.
What is was your favorite summer concert?
