Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Bass Recorder

Transported  through the curving bocal,
Compressed breath ducted to the  fipple,
Turned air to tunes as fingers supple
Covered holes and music, vocal
In its sweetness seemed to ripple
On the air which cold and local
Had just lately, in the chapel,
Frozen so my poor left nipple.

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