The young man I wrote this for went on to win the young fiddlers' competition in Ireland.
Young fiddler
With tunes in his head
And fingers like a spider
Weaving songs;
His bow spinning
Webs of music
For my reeling toes
To jig in
Music's breeze.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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a wonderful melody you play with your musical words :)
"...fingers like a spider
weaving songs..." <-----------sheer brilliance
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)