She played a flute of hollowed bone culled from a coot whose future’d flown The melody was meant to be a lull from Tull
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Category: Music
The Soloist
The cat waited
impatiently
to be sated
to be set free
She was no fool
she kept her cool
then wailed and sailed
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Changes in Life
It was our song When it came on we sang along in days bygone Hearing it now I don't think Wow! I’m sad it’s bad (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Posted as a response to the 6 July 2020 weekly prompt “Observation” on the Eugi’s Causerie I site.
