Angel plays jazz

A cool sound
the herald of hope
a glint of brass
the first lick of light
swings across the smoky stage
luminescent over our heads
a note
suspending our breath
our hearts—
               slow blues uncoiling
slithers over flats & sharps
slippery scales with flecks of gold
off-notes resolved into colours
piercing the dark

we dare to tap our feet

 

This poem was written as part of Exchanges, a poet/artist exhibition that we did back in 2005. My poem is an interpretation of ‘Set Free’ (see below), a very personal painting by Timo Rannali about his family history. I offered Timo the poem Land of giants for his interpretation.

Timo Rannali Set Free 2005
Timo Rannali – Set Free (2005)