At four,
hearing her first cello
she held her breath, eyes wide
mesmerized
wrapped in music
a warmth she never lost.
On her fifth birthday,
a small cello with a red ribbon
around the neck arrived.
She caressed the rich wood
reminded of the burnished
autumn horse chestnuts.
How long before her small hands
created melody?
At London Cello School
her tutor wrote in
spidery spinster-whisper
“Jacqueline needs
to control her emotions”
so brightly did she burn.
If asked she couldn’t say
exactly when it was
her fingers betrayed her,
her arms filled with lead
and the fire died.
hearing her first cello
she held her breath, eyes wide
mesmerized
wrapped in music
a warmth she never lost.
On her fifth birthday,
a small cello with a red ribbon
around the neck arrived.
She caressed the rich wood
reminded of the burnished
autumn horse chestnuts.
How long before her small hands
created melody?
At London Cello School
her tutor wrote in
spidery spinster-whisper
“Jacqueline needs
to control her emotions”
so brightly did she burn.
If asked she couldn’t say
exactly when it was
her fingers betrayed her,
her arms filled with lead
and the fire died.
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