Friday, January 29, 2010

Sponsored by Mineralava

For Rebecca. 

standing there, gazing,
they all thought him a god -
eighty-eight ladies lined up like the keys
of a freshly tuned baby grand;

he was tired of music
(but too gracious to show it).

seventeen weeks of sweating and smiling
and barely a moment alone with his bride...

that night, at the garden,
he crowned one a queen,
the final note in
a minuet of merchandising.

Rudolph Valentino and the Mineralava Tour


rudyfan1926 said...

That's really nice!

Avalon76 said...

Thank you very much!

Rebeccake said...

Love the poem and the symbolism of music. Very well done. I'm so glad I found your site!

Avalon76 said...

Thanks for the compliment - I'm glad you did too! ^_^