Ivory Immortality

by Ben Pickard   Jun 9, 2019


when my skin has frayed
and my heart has melted like ice,
these fingers will still trace blood around your ivory keys

you will forever play a melody
that curdles in my ears and autumnal leaves
may collect at the stall I serenade you on,
but I will never, once, forgo your hallowed heart

through these many years,
I have loved you
When the sun has abandoned me to night,
I have sat by your side with only a candle
to lick your mahogany wounds to health

now all I ask
as I enter this toneless void
is that you shape my coffin so that I am
forever interred in your tender notes

--

Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 1 week ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    This itself is like a sad song. What I love about this, is I feel longing and continuity of you’re feelings, that will be lingering till:
    “that you shape my coffin so that I am
    forever interred in your tender notes”
    ^
    ...and maybe beyond that. Which is created by the lack of full stops.

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I love the imagery that is so hauntingly woven around music. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Some songs forever haunt, don't they?
    Nice free formed writing.

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Michael. And you're right, they do.

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